So, at this point I'm balanced on the edge of the moat, camera out thrust, trying in vain to counterbalance myself with my wildly fanning free leg. The giraffe, who's heard word of a "maniac pointing a Canon at everyone and grinning like a sadistic marmot, and has misunderstood the "Canon" bit, is breaking into a cold sweat while he tries to look like an inoffensive tree.