Once upon a time there was a young man who loved animals.
He liked how different they were. They were different sizes,
different shapes. They had different colors, and different textures. Some had
scales and some had fur. Some could fly and some could swim. Some were fast and
some were slow. He didn’t care- he loved them all. The Texarakana Tigerbat. The
Arctic Lemonchad. The Peruvian Riverbear. They were so neat.
So he studied to be a zookeeper, like all animal lovers did.
He got a job at a zoo. His job was to watch after the animals with the other
zookeepers.
...
After a short amount of time, he noticed the tigers. You
see, everyone loved tigers. People came to zoos for the tigers, mostly. Tigers
are great, the young zookeeper reasoned. They’re big, fast, and colorful.
What’s not to like? What he didn’t understand was how people fixated only on
tigers.
The older more experienced zookeepers said “Kid, tigers are
where the money is. People love them, and our job is to give the people what
they want.”
He understood that supply had to meet demand. But his heart
broke in half when he saw the sad, lonely animals that everyone rushed past to
see the tigers. The neon flamingos. The waltzing sandpiper. The old tigerbats
stared back at him through the glass with hopeless eyes, and it destroyed the
young man inside. He would beg people to look at the jeweled spidersnakes in
the reptile exhibit. “Please, they need love too!” he would say it as nicely as
he could. But they came for one reason: tigers.
A long time ago someone decided tigers were the best animal,
and enough people agreed with them that all the zoos decided that they needed
to have as many tigers as possible. They would pay mountains of money to get
the best tigers. They would charge more to see the really good, expensive
tigers. The zoos that couldn’t afford nice tigers just tried to get as many as
possible. The young zookeeper went to another zoo where they painted a donkey
the same colors as a tiger. People were satisfied. “Close enough” they said.
It made him sad, and it made him angry. He wished he could
meet whoever arbitrarily decided tigers were the best. He would punch them
right in their stupid face.
...
The other animals would die of loneliness. They would stare
out of their crudely constructed habitats at a sea of people walking past to
see tigers in their big beautiful habitats. “I promise I’ll change this.” He
said to the nine-toed watersloth. He would lie awake at night, frustrated with his
fellow zookeepers who supported the tyranny of tigers. “Why rock the boat?”
they said.
Tigers paid the bills. They kept the lights on. “Tigers are
what give us the ability to have any other animals at all.”
The young zookeeper was depressed. Every once in a while,
there was a breakthrough: a little girl with a book on rainbow lemurs. A young
couple that wanted to see the Chinese rocket squid. They were the exception to
the rule. The zoos were groaning with tigers- fat, stupid, lazy tigers. They
knew they weren’t going anywhere. They waited for the zookeepers to bring them
steaks.
...
One day, when the zookeeper had almost given up, he got a
call from another zookeeper friend. He wanted to start a zoo of his own, and he
needed help. The young zookeeper didn’t feel young anymore. He looked tired and
haggard. He was beaten down by a world run by tigers. He got offered another
job as well- at Mega Zoo, making lots of money feeding tigers. He was going to
do what he saw everyone else doing. But he waited. His friend didn’t have much
money. The proposed site was tiny. It would be one of the smallest zoos. It
obviously wouldn’t work, the young zookeeper told himself.
But then he thought about the tigerbats. He thought about
how happy the different animals made him. What if he could find an audience for
the thousands of animals that the world had ignored? He started asking his
friend questions. Did he have a plan? How would they make money? Who would the
other zookeepers be?
He had a plan. So the young zookeeper wrote a letter to Mega Zoo, “Sorry,” it said. “I’m going to help my friends open a Little Zoo
instead. I’m sure someone else can feed your tigers.”
Building the little zoo was hard. It tested the resolve of
all of the zookeepers. But they thought about the animals. They built a zoo
they wanted to visit, a zoo they had only seen in their dreams.
“Nobody’s asked me about tigerbats for a long time, young
man.” The animal salesman said. “How many do you need?”
“All of them.” On the other end, the phone clattered to the
ground.
…
On opening day, they braced themselves. People flooded in.
The question was coming. And then suddenly a young woman asked it and the hall
fell silent: “Where are the tigers?”
The zookeeper paused and collected himself.
“We don’t have any tigers. Our zoo is small so we focus on
stranger, undervalued animals. I would love to show you our Peruvian
riverbear. They can hold their breath for ten months. Our bear, Zanzibear, has
been holding his breath since we got him two months ago.”
The zookeeper had known only disappointment for so long. He
was ready for the young woman to go crazy. A zoo without tigers? What was he
thinking? He should have signed with megazoo.
Then something remarkable happened. Without missing a beat
the young woman said “I’ve never heard of anything so strange! We would love to
see him!”
The young zookeeper was stunned. Was it really that simple
all along? He didn’t have time to figure out why, because the moment had
arrived where someone wanted to see the riverbear. He could barely contain his
excitement. “Right this way!”
…
At another zoo, the zookeeper eavesdropped on visitors at
the tiger exhibit, which was ten stories tall. “I don’t understand, Little Zoo
was cool I guess, but why don’t they have tigers? That’s a no-brainer.” Another
person chimed in “A zoo without tigers won’t last long. They’ll be out of
business by this time next year." They smirked, "Serves them right. ”
The zookeeper almost said something, but before he could a
little kid exploded out of nowhere, dressed in a neon razorcrab costume.
“Tigers are everywhere! You can see tigers ANYWHERE
else!” he said, pointing a neon green claw at the tiger palace. Everyone was
staring now “It is OK if ONE ZOO doesn’t have tigers!” His fuzzy crab antennae
were quivering with anger.
The world was hostile to the notion of a zoo without tigers.
But the little kid in the crab suit gave the young zookeeper hope. Everyone
laughed. “Get this idiot kid out of here.”
The tigers slowly turned their heads to see the spectacle.
They blinked, tired from eating so much steak.
“Hey kid.” The kid wheeled around, his face bright red,
tears welling up in his eyes. The young zookeeper raised his hand to solicit a
high five. “Sweet costume.”
"Thanks! I bought after I saw one at Little Zoo!"
…
The group of young zookeepers never got rich, and they never
got famous- but they were happy, and the animals were happy too.
The electric flamingos glowed brighter than ever.
The riverbear chased the rocketsquid endlessly, to the
delight of every onlooker.
The tigerbats were allowed out of their habitats, to fly
around the zoo. They shot through the sky faster than the speed of sound. “I
never knew they could do that!” people would say.
The zookeeper watched the tiny crowds oooh and aaah with a
sense of satisfaction. This was his mission: to give all the weird little
forgotten animals the audience they rightly deserved. He fought for the
animals, and for the people that wanted to see them. As the tigerbats raced
into the sunset, he promised himself he would try to create a world where
people appreciated all animals equally for how weird and awesome they are.
Everyone still loved tigers. They would love tigers forever.
To this day, tigers are the lifeblood of the zoo business. But that was ok,
because the young zookeeper had finally found happiness by showing people
something different.
In a zoo with no tigers.
