Tag: Moo Deng

Moo Deng doesn’t bounce like she did a couple months ago. But she still resembles a ripe avocado overstuffed with pâté. She retains a moist sheen. She snuffles. She yawns. She naps. She very occasionally sniffs her mother’s hindquarters, then recoils in a springy huff. Mostly, Moo Deng ignores the hundreds of thousands of pilgrims…