In the Depths of the Museum
by R. Rozakis
"And no one had even seen a live giant squid until 2005," the precocious little mite recited. "But they found squid parts in whale bellies and sucker marks on their faces."
Don kept a pleasant smile fixed on his face. Docents weren't supposed to strangle visitors. The teacher was glancing at her watch again. The rest of the class milled around, aimlessly poking at cases.
"But that's not the weirdest thing down there," the boy continued, almost bouncing in excitement. "There's this other fish that's almost all teeth, only there's this itty bitty light hanging off the top. But it's so dark at the bottom of the ocean that little fishes just swim up to it. They don't even see all the teeth until--chomp! there goes the little fish."
"Yes, and if there's time, you can go back to the hall of ocean life," Don said. "But right now, we're looking at the Incan artifacts. Kids, can you find the Royal Llama? First team to tell me what color it's wearing gets a point."
The kids scattered excitedly through the hall, but the Ocean Kid stuck stubbornly to Don's side. Don just wanted thirty seconds of silence. Was that too much to ask? Maybe he was too old for this after all. The volunteer coordinator had muttered something about flaky seniors and their tendency to quit abruptly. Don had thought he still had more stamina than this. Time to pull out the big guns.
"Did you know there's a case of shrunken heads?" He watched Ocean Kid's eyes go wide. "In the back."