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We always liked going to the zoo, and one of our field trips was to the Bronx Zoo.
Zoos back in the 60's weren't like they are today with natural settings and everything. Nope, it was a bunch of animals in cages being gawked at and taunted by kids and adults.
Our little band was no different. No, we didn't toss our drink cups (well, maybe a few) but the zoo sold souvenir rubber tipped spears. Naturally, every animal was threatened with a good spearing. They were all far enough away, that it was a hollow threat.
That is until we got to the jungle cats.
You see, Jack and Carl's entire reason for the zoo trip was to see the jungle cats. Penguins and monkeys were ok, but didn't have the cool factor of the big cats. And the stupid cats just layed there. No random roars, no frantic pacing. Nothing.
They decided to take matters into their own hands.
Remember I said the cages were just open with iron bars?
The lazy cats just nestled against the cold bars, leaving themslves exposed to a weapon of some sort. Say a rubber tipped toy spear.
Jack and Carl whacked the cat's tail. It barely flicked it's tail.
Alternately, rythmically, they began tormenting the beast by rapping on it's tail.
It leaped to it's feet, and clawed at the spears, and let out a mighty roar. Carl and Jack were frozen with fear, and may have soiled themselves.
Best school field trip EVER.