Personally, Trevor still couldn’t figure out why the Prairies and Savannahs District didn’t have its own dock. Then again, the Mythological and Prehistoric Times districts were also assigned to their own individual islands in the small archipelago, and neither of them had their own docks, so it probably wasn’t anything too out of the ordinary.
All the same, Trevor still wished he could have been taken directly to the Prairies and Savannahs District instead of taking the hour-and-a-half long bus ride with a couple of other soon-to-be buffalos and zebras, lions and bobcats, grouses and ostriches, or meerkats and prairie dogs. A simple glance around indicated several other people felt the same way. Others, like the chubby guy across the aisle from him wearing a t-shirt showing a cheetah in full sprint, seemed to be giddy with anticipation.
A heavy sigh escaped Trevor’s lips as the bus rounded a final switchback along the bluff next to the ocean and plunged into an ominous looking tunnel a short time later. They had just passed into the tunnel that connected the main island to the island used for the Prairies and Savannahs District some fifteen miles away.
Pulling the brochure for the Animal Resort out of the pouch in the back of the seat in front of him, Trevor glanced over the map of the resort and the Prairies and Savannahs District again. The district he was heading to was almost as big as the main island, but, outside of a few rolling hills here and there, didn’t have nearly as much diverse terrain or environments.
After going all this way, Trevor just hoped it would be worth it.