Photo: Copyright: Madison Woods
To move a harp seal named Coco to the San Francisco Zoo by plane took two months to plan. The first hour of the flight Robert sprayed her with ice cold seawater, fed her fish, and monitored her vitals. He was in the bathroom, when the plane nosedived slamming him into the walls and finally snapping his neck on the vanity sink. Everyone onboard was killed, when it shattered on the face of the mountain. As evening approached a camper eating freshly caught trout, glanced up at Coco sprawled in-between two branches.
“Is that a seal staring though a pipe?”