The Horse Zoo
by Eric Miller
babysitting the two boys all day on Saturday,
my wife called out, as she hung up the phone.
Wed better find something good and time
consuming to entertain them, I noted,
sweating ever so slightly.
I checked in
with my activities adviser, Coach Google, to see
what was out there that would keep their blinking
eyes staring, their fidgety bodies still, and
their toothless smiles wide.
The Pesky Proscenium Players are
doing Peter Pan on Saturday, I
announced with relief.
awfully far to drive, my wife pointed out.
thats good. It burns up more time, I
explained. Add that to the right lunch, in
the right faraway place, at the right time, and
we have the day under control.
Grandmas approval, I pressed the
Purchase Tickets link, and smiled at
my success at still being able to live up to the
Boy Scouts Motto to Be Prepared.
The e-mail at
the top of the list on Saturday morning was an
announcement from The Pesky Proscenium
Players that the performance for that day
was canceled due to illness, which made me feel
ill. Rechecking the movie listings, I became even
more ill to see that there were no movies playing
that were suitable for the boys.
Houston, we have a problem, I announced in
what?, she snapped, in her most endearing manner.
members are sick. The play is canceled. We are
entering rough waters.
daughters car pulled up to the front door,
exactly on time. The two guys popped out of the
car, bounded up the front steps, entered
the house, removed their shoes, and began to ice
skate in their socks over our slippery and shiny
I want a
snack, the younger one said.
the older one chimed in.
just had breakfast, I reminded them.
but that was a real long time ago.
get something to eat at the zoo,
dont want to go to the zoo again. We always
go there, the oldest said.
a special zoo, one youve never been to.
no such thing as special zoo. Seen one, seen
em all, the oldest observed.
kind of special zoo is it?, the youngest
heard of a horse zoo, the oldest noted.
why were going there. Its very
the horses do at the horse zoo?, the
run around and try to catch and pass each other,
not taking my grandsons to a racetrack, my
to go to the racetrack, both boys screamed,
jumping up and down.
daughter, and neighbors still have not talked to
me since I took the boys to see the thoroughbreds
run. The boys, however, keep asking when were
as the Family Services Agency stops following me,
I tell them.