Koala Killer Second Installment

With her arms crossed at the wrist over her head, she woke up from a disturbing dream into a lively trumpet symphony. It was her radio alarm. Squinting through the window, she could see a sunny day . Staying late at the zoo last night, because of the shooting, had taken its toll on her eyes. Not ready for the light, she turned off the music and reached for her eye mask, but Owen was standing on his hind legs panting in her ear. He's waiting for the command to come up and lie next to her for a few minutes before they start their day.

"All right, Up."

Owen is a cocker mix, emphasis on 'mix'. He's getting thick in the middle but his temperament is as golden as his wavy blond coat. With an animal's love of routine, he waits for events to unfold in their familiar pattern.

The pull of nature's urges finally draws her into the bathroom. Owen follows her. He sits waiting, with an occasional lick to her knee. Bravely, she looks up into the mirror. Her mop of hair, similar in color to Owen's, stands out at odd angles. Her eyes, still squinting, makes furrows in her nose ridge. In fear of getting permanent lines there, she stops furrowing.

She looks out the little window over the tub and sees the white oleander blazing in the morning sun.

"It's going to be warm again today, Owen." His ears perk up. "A typical desert Spring day." His ears un-perk as he realizes none of the feeding words are being used: breakfast, eat, hungry.

Her body focuses on its desire for coffee. She had given up cigarettes two years ago. She willingly separates her carbohydrates from her proteins and takes herbal supplements, but she felt life wouldn't be worth living without morning coffee.

At his insistence, she mixed Owen's dry and canned food and put it down for him. Before she takes a sip of her coffee, he's gobbled his whole breakfast down.

"Now, outside with you, guy. Do your duty. Gotta rush to work."

Owen understood the word 'work' and hangs his head as he goes out. He probably thinks it's too early, she wishes she could explain the circumstances.

Munching an apple for breakfast, she called the hospital. They confirmed Stan's admittance, found the floor and room number he'd been assigned, then insisted on putting the in-charge nurse on the phone to give information about his condition. When they couldn't find the nurse, she let them off the hook and said she'd call back later.


The employee gate at the zoo is a beehive of activity. She parks her pickup by the back fence. A uniformed officer is standing guard. This combined with the chain link fence topped with barbed wire (intended more to keep the adventurous out, than the wild beasts in) has turned her familiar entrance into the look of a prison. Police and plain clothes detectives are rushing in and out. She hates rushing. She purposely slows her pace.
She clips her zoo i.d. onto her shirt so the officer can see it. As she walks past, she notices the small animal infirmary where she'd found Stan last night is sealed off with crime tape. She wonders if they'd moved the Gibbon, the screamer from last night.
"And the Koala? What was a Koala doing there anyway? Maybe a new acquisition," she thought. She heads straight for the Director's office in the Executive Building.

Koala Killer First installment - Chapter One

Koala Killer

by

Carol Byron

Mari looked up to see the stars flashing between wind-driven wisps of cloud. It reminded her of fireflies in the backyard when she was a girl. The wind was creating strange noises in the night as she headed back to the zoo's kitchen on the last few minutes of her shift.

"The monkeys are making the most racket," she thought. She stopped to listen and realized that the screaming was more than restlessness caused by weather. Looking down the back row she saw lights in the infirmary and realized the screams were coming from there. She started running. Dropping her pans, she pulled the door open and burst into the room. A man was rolling from side to side on the floor. And the room reverberated with screaming. She looked up to see the gibbon in the canopy of the tree branches that reached to the high ceiling.

"There, there, it's all right," she crooned, partly to the screaming gibbon and partly to the zoo's vet, Stan Reed. She knelt beside Stan as he rolled rhythmically side to side with his hands over his face. Suddenly, he let out a moan and slumped unconscious. Now Mari could see the dart in his eye. She wanted to pass out herself. It was a small tranquilizer dart, but sticking out of his eye like that? Eeyu.

The gibbon calmed down a little after Stan stopped rolling around. After lookin around frantically, Mari realized there was no telephone here in the infirmary. She decided to run the short distance to Security. Joseph, the night guard, would be in the gatehouse with a fresh pot of coffee about now. As she was rushing out, she glanced up toward the gibbon again and was startled to see a koala. It was trembling and looking right back at her.

A Koala?" she said aloud.

Her sense of urgency propelled her toward the gatehouse. Joseph saw her coming and ran out to meet her.
"Stan, dart, eye..." she gasped.
"Calm down Mari," he said, "What happened?"
"Call an ambulance," she told him.

She followed him into the gatehouse and collapsed into the chair. THe blood drained out of her head and she felt woozy. Joseph was placing his call to 9-1-1. He kept asking her questions: Was he conscious? How old is he? She answered as best she could. She felt an urgency to get back to Stan.
"I've got to get back to Stan and those poor animals in there with him, Joseph."
When she got back to the infirmary the gibbon was vocalizing again, but less urgently. He was still high up in the cage but now had his back to her. His chatter sounded more like a rehearsal for how he'd tell this story to his pals. She couldn't see the koala anywhere. Stan was still out cold.
She knelt beside him and put her hands on each side of his face.
"Someone's coming to help you, Stan. Hang in there, my dear."
She pulled a Mexican blanket off a stack in the corner and put it over him. She was afraid to move his head because of the dart. She looked back up into the branches. The gibbon was quiet at last. She thought Manny would have to treat him for shock after this experience. The other tree was definately empty. No koala.
"Now where did he go? Did he get out? Did someone take him out? Where did he come from in the first place? We don't have a koala here."
The ambulance came and took Stan. THe police came and asked questions. By the time a young officer got her address and phone number and told her a detective would contact her with more questions tomorrow, she was getting a headache and could hardly concentrate.
She got to her feet and as she was going out the door, the Zoo Director, Jorge Johnson, came in.
"Mari, you go on home and get some rest. Can you drive okay?"
She nodded.
"I'll coordinate with the police. You come into my office tomorrow morning about 9:00m, will you?"
She nodded again.

This is the opening of my Koala Killer story written in 2001. This is the first couple pages, there's about 35 in its current form. Would like your feedback. Love, Carol

Camera Ready

Here's the digital camera Sharon gave me to use on my trip to Canada in August and September this year.

So I have been practising using it. The following are a few of the photos I've taken so far. A couple of John's paintings on our walls, my great-grandma, and Petey, of course.