The trip home was a silent one as Andria hugged her stinky son. Tim just looked out the side window angered at Hank and you for ruining the day.
As you drop off the Wells family at their house your thoughts are to shower and have an early supper. It is when your in the shower feeling the warm water cascade down melting away the day's worries there comes a reminder, the camera!
Half wet you run from the shower and again check on your Canon EOS6 looking at the number of frames used. "One left, thirty-five taken!" then off to the bedroom and to dressing.
Soon your in the car buzzing down toward WalMart and their speedy photo processing. Two hours later you have returned home and seated by the picture window you open the packet.
Flipping the pictures to one side of Hank and his Hippo rescue the desired photos begin with the writing in the sands. You stop there and just don't believe what the animal scrawled in the sand.
"It can't be true, how would those animals know who donated them? How could such beasts have knowledge like that, let alone the bull writing those two names the way he did! Such learned animal should be kept in a laboratory under study, not left to mate and wander in some zoo. Your thoughts are made even more mixed up as with the next few photos.
Two close up shots of the huge bull's face and then the cow standing nearby. Its as you look at the photos that your eye catches on some light mark seemingly on the left forehoof of the cow.
Shortly a magnifier glass gives ample reason to wonder even more as the picture shows embedded in the one part of her cloven hoof what looks like a gold ring with a diamond.
Now you begin to wonder what on earth is going on at the zoo? The thought comes of going back and getting into the animal pen. If you could write in the sand, or talk to the bull, no, no, this is stupid!
After a filling supper you set down and open the e-mail reading of friends and family going here and doing whatever. It is as you set there a thought to check the Web for information on that Doctor Ultima Thule.
At first there is nothing out there till you extend your search using "Dogpile" as a search engine. Then the name of Doctor- Professor U.Thule comes on the screen.
A long story of his life long work making strides in D.N.A. transitions. His doctrine being that with change their can be a betterment for man in entwine the animal abilities to retrofit human for their vocation. This plus other factor seemed to lead him into starting the Thule Foundation and move to a remote estate in Montana.
Suddenly the thought of Justin Holthouse and his wife moving to Montana and becoming employees of the Thule Lab. Then the memory of the bronze placard mentioning a greatful acknowlegement for their personal contribution. The writing in the sand by some monster bull showing of all people you and those names of Justin and Marge?
You set there thinking, knowing too that you should go back and somehow converse with the bull. You chuckle to yourself at the thought of trying to communicate with a dumb animal. Shaking your head you are about to drop off the Web when something catches your eye.
Thule Laboratory: East Face, Montana
Looking for those willing to move and gain employment in a life long job helping advance science. Call or write.................
ThuleLaboratories@netzero.net
"This has to be a joke!" you think as the possibilities begin to pile up.