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Right about now, as you confront the very real possibility that your city will either be consumed by raging wildfires or an Apocalypse-beckoning strike, we're betting that you could use some uplifting news to distract you from those hard-to-shake feelings of dread. And so we direct you to the LAT's tale of how former Warner Bros. chief Bob Daly, using a method originally played out in the blockbuster Bible story of Noah (and recently reimagined in a somewhat less-acclaimed form now available in your local Video Hut sale bin), came to save the impressive menagerie at his Malibu ranch from a fiery doom:

At 6 a.m. Sunday, after being warned by a neighbor that everyone in the area had to clear out, Daly rang up his daughter in Brentwood to give him a hand loading up the "ark." Some friends hauled the hay and feed in pickup trucks.

Three hours later, the animals were safely encamped at Daly's 5-acre mansion in Bel-Air, which sits across the street from the Bel-Air Country Club.

"I brought 50 chickens, 10 ducks, 150 pigeons, 10 sheep, 10 goats, plus another one who just had two babies, two donkeys and one miniature horse," said Daly, who drove a sport utility vehicle filled with pigeon cages. His daughter Linda took the wheel of a horse trailer full of sheep, goats, donkeys and the little horse.

Daly's horse trainer took his four other horses to board elsewhere.

"It took me a little longer than I had thought to load them all because the sheep and goats have minds of their own," Daly said.

Early this morning, however, the danger passed, and the Dalys herded the animals back into his "ark" for a trip back to the ranch, depriving the temporarily amused children of his Bel-Air neighbors of the kind of backyard petting zoo they only get to enjoy three or four times a year at their classmates' birthday parties. (And there's no pleasing some of the brats, as one was heard to grouse, "What you can't afford a couple of fucking llamas? Lame.") But for a few, precious moments, the oddly soothing bleats of those happy goats made everyone forget about the conflagration that could yet imperil their weekend beach homes.