There’s this itsy town that I drive through when I make the trek back home. Just outside of it is a farm that has had exotic animals for as long as I can remember. I always like to stop and say hi to the zebra horses if they’re near the fence. There are emus too and you best believe I drive right on by when I realize they’re preying on the fence line.
You now know that if for some reason I disappear while driving through Snelling it was because an emu attacked me. Can’t trust a bird bigger than you.