A Zoologist’s Guide to Surviving Magical Creatures
Okay, imagine this: you’re a fresh zoology grad, just trying to get a job that doesn’t involve washing cages all day. Then you stumble upon an online ad—"Internship Opportunity: Help Save Endangered Species." Perfect, right? Exactly what I thought. Spoiler alert: it was a trap (kind of).
Hi, I’m Carl, and I clicked ‘Accept’ on that job offer. Next thing I know, I’m transported (yes, transported—no plane, no car, just poof, new world) to a place called Mythica, where the "endangered species" aren’t exactly the kind you’d find in a textbook. Dragons, griffins, phoenixes... and did I mention the unicorns that somehow keep stealing my lunch? Yeah, no one prepared me for this.
Turns out, mythical creatures don’t follow the same rules as regular animals. And apparently, I’m the guy they think can help keep them alive and thriving. Why? I have no idea, but someone up there must have a sense of humor. My daily routine now includes things like figuring out how to calm down a hangry manticore, negotiating with sassy mermaids (they’re surprisingly into fashion advice), and trying very hard not to become lunch for a disgruntled dragon whose "emotional support blanket" I accidentally set on fire.
Every day is a new adventure—sometimes it’s a thrilling race against time to save a creature, other times it’s me trying to convince a very annoyed phoenix that it’s not my fault its nest caught fire (again). And while I might’ve expected my skills in zoology to help, turns out, handling mythical creatures involves a lot more ducking, dodging, and hoping the healing potion works before the head caretaker finds out what I’ve messed up this time.
So, if you’re wondering what it’s like to trade in your average internship for a crash course in ‘How Not to Get Stomped by a Troll,’ buckle up and follow my story. Trust me, it’s gonna be a wild (and occasionally fire-breathing) ride.
