You figure "hell why not, I'll go see the wolves first". You know also deep in the recesses of your mind that you're a canine enthusiast. Alright, for lack of a better term you're a not-so-subtle closet furry.
You step into the pavillion. It's about the size of five football fields! You wonder in horror how your town could have a zoo this size. You realize it must be because this zoo panders to about fifty hamlets and smaller towns.
You're at the timber wolf exhibit, it looks perfect. Except it's empty... what a sodding gyp, they have a wolf exhibit open but no wolves in it. You hope you have more luck with the bald eagle exhibit. "A little brash patriotism now and then is a good thing" you think snickering.
A dart hit's you... and your world goes black.
You wake up to a female voice saying "we need to chat... while you still understand language"
You try to resist but you find you can't move... even your eyes won't budge. You're breathing though and you're okay. You feel your body is perfectly healthy and on a hospital bed.
"Welcome, test subject..." the female voice says.