It turned out that the kids knew full well that we were searching for Mojo, but it seems that they were so eager to help that they got a little carried away with the idea of the "rescue mission" and just wanted to rescue someone, even if it wasn't quite who they were supposed to be looking for. I thanked them for their efforts, untied my buddy and he trotted home next to me.
Before I go on, I should say that, it transpired that Mojo had been stolen and, after a concerted effort, we were able to track her down unharmed, and bring her home just over a month later.
It may seem like a redundant statement as it is so obvious, but the point I want to make is this: At that time when we were so desperately worried about Mojo and what had happened to her, "rescuing" Woody (who had no need or desire to be rescued) did nothing to help release Mojo from the tiny kennel it later transpired she was being held in at that time.
It's really not rocket science is it?
But it is this, seemingly logical, point that brings me to the purpose of this piece. In our campaign work on zoos, perhaps the most common response when we share our concerns over the wellbeing of the animals who will spend their entire lives in captivity runs along the lines of: "At least they are safe in the zoo".