Brakes hissed as the train came to a stop. “Get back here, kid!” Mack cried. He whipped out a walkie-talkie. “Security, we have a situation in the zebra pen. Send a coupla guys, pronto!” B watched George’s back, racing off toward the zebras, then looked at Dawn and her friends, whose mouths were still hanging open in shock. What could she do? The only way out of this mess was to get a zebra hair! B leaped through the door and followed George. “Come back here!” Mack hollered. B sprinted through the tall grass. George was well ahead of her, and pulling farther away. I couldn’t catch George even if he wasn’t a zebra, B thought, but I have to try. The zebras, grazing in groups, looked like a stripy optical illusion in the distance. One of them raised its head, ears pricked, and soon the whole herd was alert, hearing George’s footsteps approaching. “Hey, you kids! Stop this instant and come back to the train!” B glanced over her shoulder to see Mack and another zoo worker racing after them.
