Noah's Ark: part II

It's that time fo the year again, and no, I do not mean the late late toy show. God has returned to us with his mighty smiting hand so that he may smite us unbelieving sinners. These 'unclean' are habitually resident in Cork & Galway, but not the Aran Islands :) Anyway, i was pondering away this morning, and I think i hit a goldmine -

Can you imagine if old Noah had to try and build his ark today?

Ok, so first, there would be an application for planning permission. This would, without doubt be refused on a number of grounds ranging from, the windows are too big, to, i'm sorry, you just cannot build a wooden house shaped like a boat sir. Eventually, a fiber-glass design would probably pass and the building would begin!

Safety inspectors and project managers would have to be employed, as well as general labourers and of course brown envelopes to party leaders and senators (if for no other reason but for tradition) so poor Noah would probably owe millions of €'s to bankers who owe millions of €'s to other bankers, so the great ship would likely be repossessed before it ever smelled the sea.

Say however, that by some freaky fluke that all of the above was somehow averted. Can you imagine the conversation that would ensue in the RSPCA building?

Em, hello sir, I, eh, would like to capture two, of, eh, every animal, and take them with me on my boat.

We haven't got a hope!