An interesting memory from the good old times

I remember one time when i was a young romantic spaniard, i was about 16 and had recently moved to a palace in Angola that my wealthy family had bought for me. The villagers in the town outside the palace were quite hostile to me because i was like a spanish mr steal yo girl. I remember one afternoon when i went down to the village market to buy some coconuts when five big african men caught me in a net and ran off with me. Since i didn´t come home that evening my head of security sent out a squad of private police officers to track me down if i had gone lost. While chaos reigned at the palace and half the village was looking for me i was locked inside a shed with four flamingos and food for a week. I don't know why the africans locked me in with four flamingos but i don't complain since this gave me the chance to study the amazing animal. Finally the soldiers arrived, arrested the men and brought me and the flamingos to the palace. These flamingos were the start of my enormous exotic animal garden and these very flamingos have created an enormous pack of flamingos which gives me food for the weekends.