A long train chugs into a little station on the outskirts of the Big City. It comes to a stop, comes to life. Men pop out of its doors. In a moment there is amazing activity. Torches held in brawny hands provide light. Neighing horses are driven in dozens down shadowy ramps. Behind them come lumbering elephants, single file. Men lift down great, gaudy cages. A flickering light reveals the prisoners—lions, bears, monkeys, the population of the Ark itself. And men and women—tiny men and tiny women, tall men and tall women,...
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