"Ha! It looks like Zelda is homesick for the jungle!"
The crowd rippled with laughter as the elephant swiped the pith helmet from my head. My cheeks flushed cotton-candy pink. My cool melted.
It can be difficult, even for an ace detective, to remain incognito. Animals sense the subtle, penetrating aura emitted by such persons - and are drawn to it. Perhaps that's why city dogs follow me home from work and whine outside my basement home. As a professional, I was miffed to see my hat on an elephant.
I chose my summer sleuthing uniform carefully. I believed it exuded authority. Plus, it was nice and cool. Pith helmet, white T-shirt, yellow and blue striped vest, black cutoff slacks - I slipped into it every evening after my undercover job. I worked at a canned meat warehouse. A canned meat warehouse seemed like a perfect venue for dastardly doings. For three months I watched for any criminal activity. Unfortunately, I was paid to sweep, not watch. The day the boss fired me, I spent the last of my paycheck on a circus ticket.