In the early '50s, my great-grandmother and grandfather raised a baby gorilla named Bobo who wore clothes and played with the neighborhood kids. — Phil Elverum Copy Share Image
“So how old are you, baby?" Gorilla asks her. "Old enough to know better," she says, looking at his arms. "You like what you see?" he asks and touches her leg. "You and me should do it, later." "Did you… — Cath Crowley Copy Share Image
