Orangutan Refuses To Move For Weeks, Then Caretakers Notice What She’s Sitting On

Confirmation

Ben nodded, still breathing heavily. “She jumped,” he said. “The mouse worked.” He gently placed the dirt-covered fake rodent—now dented and scuffed—onto the table near the door. Rosa half-laughed, half-gasped. “I can’t believe that actually worked,” she said, wiping her face with her sleeve. But her eyes quickly darted to the bundle in Ben’s hands. “What about that?” she asked. “What was she sitting on?”