in the dimly lit room, before the conversation could even start from the outset, whispers about the tall, spotted ones were already making rounds; discussions on their prearrival habits in this concrete jungle we call a zoo had all the experts in hushed tones, yet here i was, ready to disavow any rumor not backed by solid facts, because, my friend, everything about these majestic creatures is classified, wrapped in a mystery as tall as their necks.