Okay, so the circus was in town, the circus I wouldn't take my kids to, wouldn't contribute my money to continue the cycle of animals being transported across the continent, dragged out to entertain the noisy masses, brought out of iceless hockey arenas to eat supper on asphalt or beside train tracks. And this meant that there were ponies and elephants a mere five blocks from our house.so we stopped and checked things out and the guy in charge of the elephants asked me the time. The blond woman with her daughter, a little kindergarten-ish aged girl who ran back and forth gathering grass and clover to throw in front of the ponies, then joined by my, shyer two. The woman sighing and shaking her head at the
elephants, saying in her big voice loud enough for the workers to hear that the elephants would be happier in the jungle. But she'd already been to this circus, the past two years as well, and I just felt badly because I don't like to see these animals confined either, and, no, I wasn't at the protest that day, but is it helping any to make these grand declarations in front of workers who probably don't have much control over the whole production? And then I thought that maybe I should just have a coffee and get off my high horse already.