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     Beyond the ivy-covered entrance, Sarsaparilla Mendolin spotted the sign that proclaimed her future: Jenkin City Zoo. She breathed deep, hoisted up her bag, and walked through the gateway. Pride filled her nostrils, as well as the smell of animal waste. That was just one of the many joys to which she looked forward. She had no qualms about cleaning, shoveling, bathing, or any other duties she might have to handle. This had been her dream for at least the last seven years of her schooling. Now, finally, all her hard work had paid off. Here she was, living it up with the filthy animals.     "Sarsaparilla Mendolin?" someone called.     S