The Night Tour
By Eve Morton
Savannah Price shut her laptop screen. Ugh. How the hell was she supposed to sleep now? She balked when she noticed it was nearly two in the morning.
Savannah had come to her cabin room on the zoo’s back lot early that night, under the pretense of getting some shut-eye before the campers arrived the next morning. Her summer job as a counselor at the local petting zoo/wildlife sanctuary was one of her favorite things about the summer, but after nearly ten years of the same introductions and first night partying, she was a little sick of it. She was much older than most of the counselors now, too, at twenty-five. Her father had owned the zoo and made it into the well-praised though somewhat kooky attraction along the Canadian 401 highway. Savannah, having pret
