@jayprehistoricpets: So we got some friends with us for lunch today 🥪 like our purple tongued friends here! 🦒 so Giraffes weigh over 3000 pounds! 🤯 they are herbivores who need a lot of energy! They are literally born standing up and they are only sleeping 30 minutes a day. They are the sleepless elite of the animal kingdom.

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Her neck isn’t that long
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she is pretty
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