When I came to the zoo, they had souvenir stands that sold whips and spears. The kids were buyin’ ’em for a buck and then they stab at the animals. They’d come to the reptile house. They’d lean over the pits. We had open pits. They’d try to stab the gators with the rubber-tipped spears and they see the trainer snapping his whip at the cats and lions and tigers. So they’d try snap across the bars to the chimpanzees. And I resented that. I hated that. And I told Moody, I said, “You know, I don’t think it’s right that they sell these things.” He says, “Well I want you to go tell Mr. Sanders because he’s in charge of the souvenir stands.
