"I guess we can start with the wild dog exhibit," Morgan said, glancing at a map he had found in the ticket booth. "It's not far, and maybe we can hop in and see what goes on in there." And that was the plan, the three boys making their way along the path set by Morgan, the other's in tow. It wasn't long before they came by an exhibit that was completely empty, and probably ten feet below ground level. Carefully, Morgan hopped the rail and tumbled on in, coming to a halt at the base of the incline. He stood up, glancing around, investigating. Garett and Rory followed after, picking themselves up. A few minutes into the search, Rory stopped, bending over to investigate something. "Bro's," he called out, glancing behind him. "Come look at this weird ooze." And with that he scooped some up, fully intending on grossing the other's out. Garett and Morgan came over to see what he found, and as soon as he was in range, he flicked it at them, causing the ooze to come into contact with the skin on their necks and shoulders. "Awe dude, that's gross,"