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Saturnino lifted his head. His nostrils flared. He looked at the open hatch. Then he looked at Xuxa.

Dr. Lemos cleared his throat. “There are... regulations. Your clinic is unlicensed for wildlife of this magnitude. And we have reports of an ‘unusual attachment’ to the animals. A local official claims you refuse to release a cured tapir back into the wild because it is ‘depressed.’” XUXA A VOZ DOS ANIMAIS

“Senhora Mendes?” the bureaucrat said, not meeting her eyes. “I am Dr. Lemos from the Ministry of Agriculture. We have received a complaint.” Saturnino lifted his head

“Calma, pequeno,” she whispered, pressing a poultice of crushed neem and barbatimão bark against the jagged gash on a howler monkey’s flank. The monkey, no bigger than a football, whimpered. Its family had been scattered by a trap set for a jaguar. The mother had died trying to free him. “Calma. A dor vai passar.” Then he looked at Xuxa