The trip Valerie had been planning would keep her very busy.
Grandpa went to the zoo especially to see Snowflake.
Grandma did not have a chance to visit the Barcelona Zoo.
Snowflake lived in the zoo, but was born in Africa.
Snowflake died when he was eighty years old.
Snowflake had a very big family.
One of the gorillas at the zoo greatly impressed Valerie.
The white-haired old man was sitting in his favorite chair, holding a thick book and rubbing his tired eyes. When his nineteen-year-old granddaughter, Valerie, came into the room, he looked up and smiled. His eyes instantly brighten with happiness to see her.
"Hi, Grandpa. What are you reading?" she asked, pulling up a chair beside him.
"Oh, it's a book on the architecture of Spain. But I'm not really reading. Mostly I am just falling asleep over the pictures," he said, laughing. "Are you finished packing your bags yet?" he asked. The following morning Valerie and two of her friends were flying to Europe for a two-week holiday.
"Almost. I need to travel light, you see, so I can buy lots of new dresses and shoes in Paris and Barcelona." They both laughed because Valerie was not actually interested in fashion at all. She loved foreign languages, music, art, good food, and many other things―but not shopping for clothes.
"Have the three of you finally decided what you want to do on your trip?"
Valerie thought for a moment and then replied, "Well, Naomi really wants to see the Eiffel Tower and we all want to visit the Louvre Museum. Mika and I want to see the wonderful buildings in Barcelona, too. But, basically, we still don't have much of a plan. Do you have any suggestions? You've been to Europe so many times."
Valerie's grandfather paused, and then replied slowly, "You know, sometimes it may be best not to have a detailed plan. I remember when your grandmother and I first went to Barcelona. We went to museums or concerts every day. We saw bullfights and soccer matches. We ate wonderful food and met many interesting people. But one of my greatest memories from that trip was completely unexpected." Grandpa paused again, and then said, "We had come especially to see the famous works of art, but one day just for a change we went to the zoo. And there I met someone who had a great effect on me."
"His name was Snowflake," he continued, "and he was a gorilla, a very special albino gorilla, with white fur and pink skin. When only three years old, Snowflake was captured in the forests of Africa and then brought to the zoo. Because of his rare color he had become quite famous. Many people lined up to see him behind a glass wall in the exhibit hall."
"In fact," Grandpa said, "I did not think he was real when I first saw him. When I moved closer, though, he turned slowly toward me and calmly looked directly into my eyes. For the first time ever, I felt intelligence and awareness in the eyes of another species. It made an impression on me that I will never forget."
"So, what did you do?" Valerie asked.
"Actually, Snowflake was the one who did something. As we gazed into each other's eyes, the 140-kilogram gorilla suddenly slapped his hand flat against the glass wall, making a loud, forceful sound that made all the people in the room cry out in surprise. Snowflake seemed rather pleased with our reaction, turning away casually and snacking on some leaves."
"So, he surprised you. He had a sense of humor, it seems," Valerie said. "But isn't it sad for such a wonderful animal to live in a cage?"
"Yes, maybe," Grandpa replied. "But in the wild so many gorillas are killed by hunters or disease that it is difficult to say which way of life is better. And Snowflake did live a ling life for a gorilla, about forty years, which is equivalent to eighty years for a human."
"So, he's dead now?" Valerie asked.
"Yes, he died of skin cancer in 2003. He had very pale skin, of course, so sunlight was very dangerous for him. It was a painful end, but I believe he had some happy memories, too. You know, he had three mates, several 'children,' and 22 'grandchildren,' so that must have been nice."
Grandpa smiled at Valerie and said, "Anyway, maybe it's best not to plan everything. All kinds of wonderful, unexpected encounters may be waiting for you on your trip."
A week or so later, Grandpa heard from Valerie and her friends. They were having a wonderful time, enjoying many new activities. They even made an unscheduled trip to the Barcelona Zoo, where they saw one of Snowflake's grandchildren. This baby gorilla didn't have white fur, but he did have bright, intelligent eyes which Valerie said would never forget.
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ヴァレリーが計画していた旅行は非常に忙しい彼女を維持したいです。おじいちゃんは、特に雪の結晶を見に動物園に行きました。おばあちゃんには、バルセロナ動物園を訪問する機会がありませんでした。スノーフレークは、動物園に住んでいたが、アフリカで誕生しました。スノーフレークは、80 歳のときに亡くなった。雪の結晶は、非常に大きな家族を持っていた。ヴァレリーを感動動物園でゴリラの一つ。白髪の老人は彼のお気に入りの椅子に座っている、厚い本を持って、彼の疲れた目をこすりながら。彼の 19 歳の孫娘、ヴァレリー、部屋に来て、彼を見て、微笑んだ。彼の目は、彼女に会えて幸せで瞬時に明るくなります。「こんにちは、おじいちゃん。何を読んでるの」と彼女は彼のそばに椅子を引いて、尋ねた。「ああ、それはスペインの建築についての本。しかし、私は読んでないです。ほとんど私はただその眠っている写真を」と、彼は笑いながら言った。「まだあなた袋をパッキングしたらですか」彼は尋ねた。次の朝ヴァレリーと彼女の友人の 2 つは、2 週間の休暇のためヨーロッパに飛んでいた。"ほぼ。必要身軽、あなたが参照してください、多くの新しいドレスとパリとバルセロナで靴を買うことができるように。」彼ら両方は、ヴァレリーが実際に全く興味がないファッションでので笑った。彼女は外国語、音楽、アート、良い食べ物、服を買いにいない他の多くの things―but を追加しました。決定した"3 つの場合最終的にあなたがあなたの旅行にしたいですか?」 Valerie thought for a moment and then replied, "Well, Naomi really wants to see the Eiffel Tower and we all want to visit the Louvre Museum. Mika and I want to see the wonderful buildings in Barcelona, too. But, basically, we still don't have much of a plan. Do you have any suggestions? You've been to Europe so many times." Valerie's grandfather paused, and then replied slowly, "You know, sometimes it may be best not to have a detailed plan. I remember when your grandmother and I first went to Barcelona. We went to museums or concerts every day. We saw bullfights and soccer matches. We ate wonderful food and met many interesting people. But one of my greatest memories from that trip was completely unexpected." Grandpa paused again, and then said, "We had come especially to see the famous works of art, but one day just for a change we went to the zoo. And there I met someone who had a great effect on me." "His name was Snowflake," he continued, "and he was a gorilla, a very special albino gorilla, with white fur and pink skin. When only three years old, Snowflake was captured in the forests of Africa and then brought to the zoo. Because of his rare color he had become quite famous. Many people lined up to see him behind a glass wall in the exhibit hall." "In fact," Grandpa said, "I did not think he was real when I first saw him. When I moved closer, though, he turned slowly toward me and calmly looked directly into my eyes. For the first time ever, I felt intelligence and awareness in the eyes of another species. It made an impression on me that I will never forget." "So, what did you do?" Valerie asked. "Actually, Snowflake was the one who did something. As we gazed into each other's eyes, the 140-kilogram gorilla suddenly slapped his hand flat against the glass wall, making a loud, forceful sound that made all the people in the room cry out in surprise. Snowflake seemed rather pleased with our reaction, turning away casually and snacking on some leaves." "So, he surprised you. He had a sense of humor, it seems," Valerie said. "But isn't it sad for such a wonderful animal to live in a cage?" "Yes, maybe," Grandpa replied. "But in the wild so many gorillas are killed by hunters or disease that it is difficult to say which way of life is better. And Snowflake did live a ling life for a gorilla, about forty years, which is equivalent to eighty years for a human." "So, he's dead now?" Valerie asked. "Yes, he died of skin cancer in 2003. He had very pale skin, of course, so sunlight was very dangerous for him. It was a painful end, but I believe he had some happy memories, too. You know, he had three mates, several 'children,' and 22 'grandchildren,' so that must have been nice." Grandpa smiled at Valerie and said, "Anyway, maybe it's best not to plan everything. All kinds of wonderful, unexpected encounters may be waiting for you on your trip." A week or so later, Grandpa heard from Valerie and her friends. They were having a wonderful time, enjoying many new activities. They even made an unscheduled trip to the Barcelona Zoo, where they saw one of Snowflake's grandchildren. This baby gorilla didn't have white fur, but he did have bright, intelligent eyes which Valerie said would never forget.
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