I’ve heard that there are people who dislike zoos and hate Sea World even more. I guess it’s bad to train animals to entertain us, and they are keeping animals in captivity in the three SeaWorlds, but perhaps, the benefit is that the more people learn about these creatures, the more they will want to protect them.
Also, according to Frank, SeaWorld has reached out and saved 42,000 sick, wounded, and orphaned animals. Once these animals are rehabilitated, they are set free, back into the wild. Additionally, Frank told us that the Conservation Fund sends money to protect sea creatures all over the world. That’s something, something super good.
The two giant scoops of ice cream we each got at the old time ice cream parlor were far too big for me. I’d chosen chocolate flavors, of course, and they were both delicious, but I couldn’t finish mine. I gave the rest of my cone to Bob when Timothy didn’t want it. Terry scolded Bob, saying. “That’s an extra three laps in the morning.”
Bob didn’t even look guilty for being a glutton. He lapped at the ice cream like he hadn’t eaten in weeks, even though he’d just finished off his own hot fudge sundae with extra whipped cream and nuts. Terry stared at him and shook his head, but that didn’t bother Bob in the least.
As we waited to hear from our driver, I was thinking about our day and about what we’d do the next day. Vacations always end, mostly when you’re not ready to return home, but I guess that’s a good thing. Otherwise home wouldn’t be home, right?
Where would we be in the morning? Would we be flying home? (Horror of horrors. It was a short flight, I reminded myself.)
I was just about to ask Timothy about what was coming next when we got the buzz that Alan was ready for us. We wiped up our mess, tossed our napkins, and walked out to the front where the limo was parked.