Ace grinned. “The witch doctor. Of course. Let’s go shake some spears.”
He wasn’t. He was here for Tumaini —a rare, talking gray parrot last seen trading insults with a poacher outside Arusha. But the case had taken a turn. A sacred Maasai chief’s staff had vanished the same night. The parrot had been spotted riding a wildebeest. And someone had glued a fake horn onto a very confused donkey. ace ventura in africa
“Yep. Hybrid. Zebra and… hamster ? No, that’s crazy.” He pulled a tiny monocle from his neon Hawaiian shirt. “But I’ve seen crazier. Last Tuesday, a goldfish framed a ferret for embezzlement.” Ace grinned