Mommy, what is this creature that’s staring through my window? It looks like Auntie Em except its face is wiser, and it’s not drooling. Oh, now I see: it’s Voyeur Giraffe — haha! I didn’t recognize her at first.
Voyeur Giraffe uses her long neck to look inside tent flaps or gaze at anything that is covered by a skirt. She climbs into trees and uses binoculars. She haunts venues public or private, and raises her head over any cubicle or stall.
“Voyeur Giraffe, why must you watch me? I’m trying to get a suntan, here in this booth.”
Also, on the floor just beyond the changing curtain in your dressing room, you glimpsed a pair of hooves (which were the size of dinner plates), and you had to shoo her away.
I myself had a run-in with our nosy friend, back in public school: she had somehow obtained a key to the girls locker room; and, when I confronted her, saying “Hey, what are you doing here?—this place is for female athletes, and you’re just a big ol’ giraffe!” She blushed while replying: “Oh, I’m so sorry to bother you: I was just in here to fix the showers.” And she did have a tool box with her; but I don’t think that she was telling me the whole truth.
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