The man picks you up and carries you to a building which you thought was the park infirmary. It is the park infirmary indeed but only for a small part of the building. The other part is for people like you. Regressed and taken by the employees to the adoption agency right next to the infirmary. You are an infant of nine months so you do not require a locked room. A crib in a nursery with other infants, babies and toddlers will suffice for you. You and the others are incapable of escaping, now. Especially those like you, that are unable to even crawl properly. A diaper is taped on you by a nurse, a blue pyjama clothes you and a bottle popped expertly into your mouth. The nurse knows what she is doing. You're not the first and only regressed visitor she is in charge of. She also snaps a picture of you and fills out a form rapidly. To inform prospective patents. So you think. Which is partially true, because scientist in the park also look at these papers, happy to transform or regress more some little ones to become animals and creatures and part of the exhibits in turn. But you don't know that. You just assume that you'll get adopted. You fuss in your crib but your movements only allow your limbs to flail or jerk uncontrollably. You cry to manifest your anger but the nurse just shushes you and puts a pacifier into your mouth. She also slides a teddy bear onto your arms, as if this will suffice to calm you down. When other kids cry, she likewise pops a pacifier into their mouths, even tying them around their heads or takes them away to calm them down away from the ears of others. You fuss some more but no one pays attention to you. You're just a baby. From now on and for quite a while, adults will talk at you, not to you. They'll poke you and tickle you and kiss you and treat you like a doll or plaything to mold in their own image or at their own liking. That brings another worry to your mind. What about your memories? Will they stay the same or will they vanish, leaving you as you were when your were an infant of nine-months-old? You don't have too much time to dwell upon the matter, because your bellyful of milk goes to work and you start feeling incredibly drowsy. Before you know it, you are snoozing away and sleeping like the proverbial baby, appropriately enough. However, you wonder who will adopt you. What you do not know is that your new family can be animals at the zoo too. So what shall it be?