Water For Elephants by Sara Gruen Read Free Book Online

devil."
    "Is Uncle Al with them?"
    "Yep, but don't you go getting any ideas. We ain't going near him till later. He's cranky as a bear with toothache when we're still setting up. Say, how you making out with Joe?
    Had enough of horse shit yet?"
    "I don't mind."
    "Yeah, well I figure you for better'n that. I been talking to a friend of mine," Camel says, crushing another piece of bread between his fingers and using it to wipe grease from his plate. "You stick with him the rest of the day, and he'll put in a word for you."
    "What'lllbedoing?"
    "Whatever he says. And I mean that, too." He cocks an eyebrow for emphasis.
    CAMEL'S FRIEND IS a small man with a large paunch and booming voice. He's the sideshow talker, and his name is Cecil. He examines me and declares me suitable for the job at hand. I—along with Jimmy and Wade, two other men deemed presentable enough to mix with the townsfolk—are supposed to position ourselves around the edges of the crowd and then, when we get the signal, step forward and jostle them toward the entrance.
    The sideshow is on the midway, which teems with activity. On one side, a group of black men struggles to put up the sideshow banners. On the other, there's clinking and shouting as white-jacketed white men set S a r a G r u en

    up glass after glass of lemonade, forming pyramids of full glasses on the counters of their red and white striped concession stands. The air is filled with the scents of corn popping, peanuts roasting, and the tangy undertone of animal.
    At the end of the midway, beyond the ticket gate, is a huge tent into which all manner of creatures is being carted—llamas, camels, zebras, monkeys, at least one polar bear, and cage after cage of cats.
    Cecil and one of the black men fuss with a banner featuring an enormously fat woman.
    After a couple of seconds Cecil slaps the other man's
    head. "Get with it, boy! We're going to be crawling with suckers in a minute. How are we gonna bring them in if they can't see Lucinda's splendors?"
    A whistle blows and everyone freezes.
    "Doors!" booms a male voice.
    All hell breaks loose. The men at the concession stands scurry behind their counters, making final adjustments to their wares and straightening their jackets and caps. With the exception of the poor soul still working on Lucinda's banner, all the black men slip through the canvas and out of sight.
    "Get that goddamned banner up and get out of here!" Cecil screams. The man makes one final adjustment and disappears.
    I turn. A wall of humans swells toward us with squealing children leading the way, yanking their parents forward by the hand.
    Wade jabs an elbow in my side. "Psssst... You wanna see the menagerie?"
    "The what?"
    He cocks his head at the tent between us and the big top. "You been craning your neck since you got here. Wanna take a peek?"
    "What about him?" I say, jerking my eyes toward Cecil.
    "We'll be back before he misses us. Besides, we can't do nothin' till he gets a crowd going."
    Wade leads me to the ticket gate. Old men guard it, sitting behind four red podiums.
    Three ignore us. The fourth glances at Wade and nods. Water for E l e p h a n ts
    "Go on. Have a peek," says Wade. "I'll keep an eye on Cecil."
    I peer inside. The tent is enormous, as tall as the sky and supported by long, straight poles jutting at various angles. The canvas is taut and nearly translucent—sunlight filters through the material and seams, illuminating the largest candy stand of all. It's smack in the center of the menagerie, under rays of glorious light, surrounded by banners advertising sarsaparilla, Cracker Jack, and frozen custard.
    Brilliantly painted red and gold animal dens line two of the four walls, their sides propped open to reveal lions, tigers, panthers, jaguars, bears, chimps, and spider monkeys—even an orangutan. Camels, llamas, zebras, and horses stand behind low ropes slung between iron stakes, their heads buried in mounds of hay. Two giraffes stand within an area