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A keeper was tending his gibbons. Something about my sudden presence in the cage made him run off. Outside, a teacher was telling some children why the gibbon has long arms. Inside, a large gibbon demonstrated by grabbing my object by its nozzle, and knocking me about the face. The children screamed. The teacher yelled "Form a protective crocodile!" and dived to the floor. The gibbon sniffed the instrument, scratched its head, and - bang! - I remembered what it was. The bullet hit the side of a forlorn elephant, which had been repeatedly throwing its lunch of hay in the air. I think she was too depressed to notice.
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