I sat around this mornin' watchin' a couple of old movies from the 1930's awaitin' my schedule tour at the local wildlife park at 2:00 pm. It was a cool and cloudy mornin', and I was thinkin' it was gonna be an enjoyable day for the tour. Just 'bout the time I was gettin' ready to go, I started hearin' the pitter-patter of rain drops on the windows, but still it was such a soft shower, I felt it only added to the event, as the animals at the park seem to be a bit livelier durin' the rain. By the time I arrived at the park, the intensity of the rain had grown to a torrential level and I started to worry if the groups would cancel. I checked with the personnel and they said two groups had already arrived and were here and there. So I prepared the vehicle, assured myself that rain gear was present in case any of the visitors wished to don one of the cheap plastic ponchos which usually insure that you will actually get wetter than you would without the use of such. I then drove the vehicle to the front gate to await the arrival of my groups. The rain stopped, the sun came out, and the tour went without a hitch. Each member of my group admitted they'd had fun and had all learned a lot about the park and the assorted steps taken to assist selected endangered species to survive into the future.
Posted by notGeorge at March 28, 2004 06:28 PM | TrackBack