Flogging the Right Animal
I had one week left in Los Angeles and Martin was so busy that he suggested I drop by to meet him at the training ground. He said that he was dealing with ‘a truly stubborn elephant’. I smiled and relished the prospect of seeing the talented man behind the scenes for the first time. Everyone in LA just loved his spectacular shows you know.
Saddy the elephant just couldn’t grasp what Martin was trying to show her. In frustration she attempted to run out of the ring. Martin brought her back and began to punish her. Soon the inoffensive animal was crying like a human being. She lay there on her side, the tears streaming down her face and sobs racking her huge body.
On the eve of my departure, Martin phoned me to share his success in taming Saddy. I invited myself to the training ground this time. It was a black bear’s turn. "Everyone’s left, putting some overtime! She’s a sweet bear but sometimes she has troubles balancing on the high wire," Martin grimaced.
The bear was so severely beaten with long metal rods that she was screaming and bleeding. She became so neurotic and beat her head against her small cage when Martin decided to call it a day.
It was all Martin’s job but I understood I had a job too. I picked up the nearby whip and gave my best LA pal a real flogging. When I left the ground it was as if I could see the happiness on the animals’ faces.
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29 July 2010
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