The baboons were drumming the pipes and the elephants were out of their cages. I was waxing down the ivory with a washcloth. Everything else was fine on the old cruise ship, except for the smell. The towel boys were toweling. The icebergs were glistening. I could hear the distant beaches, roaring in discomfort, but that was that. Then a light, flickering in my overcoat. Inside a balled up sock, I found a firefly. And inside that baby firefly, the whole rest of the zoo.