late again. I picked up litter, examined the birds, and pondered. The vet thought Wallace was going to die or stay in a coma forever. The police were conducting a serious investigation. Sam wanted me to go back into the barn and work with the elephants. I didnât like any of it.
Chapter Five
My hand shook a little as I put the key in the door to the elephant barn, adrenaline detritus from my last way-too-dramatic visit. This morning, however, the morning after Dr. Reynoldsâ request, I found Peaceable Kingdom. Damrey rocked gently at her hay rack masticating a big wad of hay. Nakriâs rump was visible through the gap in the door to the back stall. No roaring, no trumpeting, no limp body. The work day had barely begun, the stalls hadnât been cleaned yet, and the atmosphere declared the barn was full of herbivoreâstrong, warm, and humid. Science must march on, and so I marched in.
Ian nodded âhelloâ as he stretched a fire hose down the keeper alley toward the elephant door to the outside yard. He was careful to keep the hose close along the visitor window. I knew why after more episodes than I cared to remember of cougars chewing on hoses Iâd left within reach. âThe girlsâ would love to entertain themselves by snagging the hose with their trunks.
Through the open keeper door, I spotted Sam standing at a counter in the work room. Like Ian, he wore a green polo shirt with the Finley Memorial Zoo logo. A thick twist of red twine cut from hay bales stuck out of the rear pocket of his brown uniform pants. No shoulder holster, no bulge at an ankle. I relaxed a little.
I wouldnât be back in zoo pants for months. It was baggy brown coveralls until the baby came, with the name of someone built thick sewn on the pocket, like âCalvin.â I peeled off my zoo jacket, also brown, and draped it over a chair in the little office area. âHi. Iâll be your Kayla today,â I told Sam. âTodayâs breakfast special is warm piss.â Nothing like smart-mouthing to cover up the jitters.
Sam handed me a five-foot broomstick with a funky wire loop in one end and two unused paper coffee cups. âHere.â He demonstrated how a cup fit in the loop. âThis is the official scientific pee collector. Ian will demonstrate the technicalities of operating it. Thanks for doing this.â He handed me a pair of disposable white gloves and waited for me to leave and get started.
Sam was sensible and careful and had mentored me kindly when I was new. It was Sam who taught me to be aware of each animalâs agenda and not just my own, Sam who told me not to take Wallaceâs growling personally, Sam who first welcomed me to the lunch gatherings. He was an old friend, and nothing bad would happen while he was in charge. I swallowed and walked through the door and toward the front stall.
Ian was waiting near Damreyâs hay rack. He held out a hand to show me a fistful of raisins mashed together to make a lump. âStand here. Watch her. Donât be where she can grab at the stick.â He studied me to make sure I was digesting this. I nodded obediently. He added a final precaution that sounded as though someone once said it to him and he had memorized it: âMost dangerous time is when you know the routine and itâs all working good. People get careless.â
I nodded several times. No carelessness. Not me.
âDamrey,â he called.
Damrey wheeled to face us. The bars near the hay rack were too close for her to reach her trunk through, but she tried. A little pointed beard of long hair hung from her lower lip. âPee,â Ian said quietly. The elephant rocked from side to side, ears flapping gently, as she sniffed in my direction, then the trunk swung toward Ianâs hand with the raisins. She turned away and walked toward the other end of the stall and circled back. Her footsteps were almost silent, only a shushing noise as her feet
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