Someone snapped on a spot light connected by a wire to the car. Then she knew, for there before her, like a set in a museum was a water hole and in the water, belly-deep, stood all manner of creatures, ugly rhinoceros, graceful gazelles, ungainly giraffes, huge elephants and who could say what else.
“Are they really alive?” she asked in an awed whisper.
“Sure! What do you think?” The boy at her side laughed. “We got ’em trained now. You should have seen ’em the first time!”
“Yes, an’ heard ’em,” another laughed low. “They spilled all the water getting out.”
“It’s about all the fun we have way out here,” one boy added with a touch of sorrow. “Oh, gee! Why don’t you stay with us?”
“I’d love to,” said Mary, “but I’ve got a job to do. There’s a war on, you know.”
“And don’t we know it,” the boy whispered. “One night we were bombed. Two boys were killed and three went to the hospital. Gee! Just think of dying way out here!”
Mary was thinking.
By and by she whispered, “We’d better go back.”
Without a word they turned about to go shuffling back to the car. “Thanks a lot for coming with us,” one of the boys shouted when they unloaded at the airport.