The following column is the opinion and analysis of the writer:
I was at my favorite seedy bar when a peacock, his tongue loosened by seed and Scotch, began crowing about βa band of activists whoβd found their hill to die on.β
βBarnum Hill? Over at Reid Park?β
The peacock nodded and pecked at his beer nuts.
I was on this case like flies on a water buffalo. βThe voters voted. The zooβs expanding. Whatβs the problem?β
A duck nursing his daiquiri at the end of the bar piped up. βItβs daffy.β
βPleased to meet you, Iβm Mike Hammer.β
βDaffyβs not my name. The opposition to the expansion is daffy. My nameβs βDonald,β no relation. I gotta waddle back to park. My shiftβs starting.β Donald left, telling the squirrel monkey tending bar to βPut it on my bill.β I cast my peepers into my martini. βWell, isnβt that ducky.β
Wanting the facts straight from the horseβs mouth I went to Reid Park Zoo and found two zebras, βAre you two horses opposed to the expansion?β
βWeβre zebras. Different species, Detective Dolittle. Opposed? Us? Neigh. Weβre for it. For us itβs as clear as black and white.β
βYou mean white and black.β
βBlack and white.β
βWhite and black.β
βBlack and ββ
I had no time to horse around. I moved on to a different corner of the zoo where I found a gregarious grizzly with a thoughtful take on the Barnum Hill brouhaha.
βMany humans find change unbearable. Calls for forbearance. You need to just grin and bear it.β I thought to myself hereβs a bear so wise he should be a yogi.
The meerkat cracked soon as I offered him two bits and a live cricket. βEvery meerkat ... crunch ... stands in favor of replacing Barnum Hill and the south pond ... crunch ... good cricket ... with our zoo addition. Weβre happy to help with the excavation . . crunch, crunch . . along with the groundhogs. Ignore the rumors. Donβt believe every βvague thingβ you hear from the Gnus.β
βI donβt! I hate vague news.β
A pair of very snobbish otters, rudely eavesdropping on us, informed me they disapproved of puns, warning me I otter know better. A dissident duck nipped my leg.
βNotice which pond is disappearing? South side. Itβs always the south side that gets rolled in this town.β Her pal, a flamingo, flamed the whole kerfuffle. βYeah. The town that sacrificed an entire barrio for the TCC is weeping over a hill.β
From somewhere behind me, up high, leaves rustled. βHey, you! The short white ape.β
I cast my peepers over my shoulder and met a giraffe, eye-to-eye, chewing on leaves and opinions. βListen, you mug, we giraffes always take the long view. Iβm sticking my neck out here but we think this could make us a class attraction.β
βTell me tall boy, can you see the beloved hill, and pond, in question, from up there?β
βYeah. And Nogales. And Picacho Peak. I got to agree with what the anteater said. Theyβre making a mountain out of an anthill.β
The whole ark supported the expansion. I didnβt tell any of these featherheads and furballs I once rode my bike down that anthill, sledded there, slipped and fell in there, broke a tooth there, made out there, drank wine there, slipped and fell in there again, smoked there, partied there, stained the rocks there, wept over a dame that dumped me there, and then barfed straight into the waterfall and slipped and fell in again.
A ring-tailed lemur dropped down from a tree, grabbed my lapels and shook me out of my reverie. βListen up, you galoot. When the new zoo addition opens no one will remember that hill. Or that pond.β Then the palooka plucked a mite from my hair and vanished into the trees.
One of the African elephants was listening. βIβll remember. An elephant never forgets.β I told the elephant, βI wonβt forget my memories. The slipping. The falls. The barfing. But I think the addition of Malayan tigers, Komodo dragons, the Temple of Tiny Monkeys and the red pandas will more than make up for the loss. Speaking as a cartoonist β I think Asia-ville will be a big draw. β
Yebonga and Fireball, the white rhinos, horned in on our conversation. Yebonga said βI guess a hundred public meetings werenβt enough for the critics. Can we tell you what we love about being rhinos at the zoo?β
βSure. When your shiftβs over meet me at the bar down the street. Itβs where a duck and a peacock I know hang out after work.β It had been a long day. Iβd need a stiff drink if I was going to listen to a pair of rhinos toot their horns.