One of Our Wombats is Missing

It looked as though you were destined to be just one more of the "faceless millions", plodding through life in some dead-end job. Or at least that was how it appeared until the nice little man in the "careers office" put your name down on one of those Y.O.P.S. courses. Little did he or anybody else know just exactly what they were letting you in for.

"Just pop along to the local zoo and give this note to the head keeper," mumbled the nice little man, and so it was that you found yourself employed as a trainee zoo-keeper.

Just take a trip around the zoo and make sure that nothing has escaped.