In this period of Droughtcula, allow me to share the time I wrote Jonathan and Dracula taking a lovely trip to the zoo:
He tugs at Jonathan’s sleeve when they enter the giraffe enclosure, seemingly thinking that his companion could miss the creatures towering over them if the Count doesn’t point them out. “My friend, they have Questing Beasts.”
“Giraffes,” Jonathan corrects.
Dracula doesn’t seem to hear him. “Look at their necks. How strong are their hearts to push the blood so high?”
Jonathan has no answer, struck with the sudden concern that Dracula might try biting one to see for himself. He takes hold of Dracula’s hand in an effort to guide him away, but he may as well try to move a mountain. It’s a baseless worry anyway; they just stand there for around ten minutes more before going over to the elands, and then the ostriches.
Dracula is particularly enamoured with predators of any sort. They spend a worrying length of time at the bears pit, with Jonathan’s heart seizing each time anyone stands near them. He is almost certain that Dracula would not throw a stranger into a pit of bears just for the sake of amusement, if only because it would draw attention, but Jonathan cannot be sure. It seems exactly his sort of humour.
