It’s up a hillside, not open to the public, up a hillside. And at the top of the hill, we parked our vehicles, and the elephant stayed up there and came down the hill in the morning every day and went back at night. Connie, again, still, wouldn’t have anything to do with rides. I first chained her. We couldn’t let her wander loose in the ride area, and I chained her. The outcry from the public was loud enough so that we instantly picked up on it. “Oh, they’re keeping that elephant chained away from her mother. They’re keeping their elephant chained in this hot sun,” and it was a shaded place.
