They all screamed out the tune of the Beatles’ new song ‘She loves you’, as Jimmy Mooney, the taxi driver, turned off the corner of Larch Hill and on to the Dublin Road, joining the cavalcade of taxis of every size and colour. Jess, Lil, Mary, Blue and Molly were all squashed into the back seat of the taxi. People in cars honked and hooted and waved at them as they went by. It was the best day of the whole year – the day the Dublin taxi drivers took the children from the city’s orphanages on a special day out. And it was the start of summer.
‘Are you all right in the back there?’ called Jimmy Mooney.
‘Yeah, yeah, yeah!’ they screamed back.
They’d been up since early morning, and they’d said prayers at mass for the sun to shine and the rain to stay away. There had been no complaints at breakfast about lumpy or cold porridge or sour milk or no sugar, as nobody wanted to start the day with complaining. Even the nuns and kitchen staff were smiling – for once they too were having a day off and getting rid of their charges for a few hours.
‘The weather forecast is good,’ beamed Mrs MacFadden, the cook, as Blue pushed the heavy trolley of empty bowls and cups back into the kitchen.
‘Really?’
‘Aye, dry spells and sunshine, that’s what the man on the radio said,’ replied the cook as she began to empty the bowls into the slops bucket for the pigs.
Blue hoped that wherever they were headed it was somewhere out of doors. Every year the destination was a mystery, with no one knowing where they were going till they arrived. Last year they had gone to the pantomime in the Gaiety theatre and afterwards there had been tea and sausage rolls and cakes in a big hall nearby, and the lady who played Cinderella and the man who played Buttons had come to meet them.
She wondered where they were going this year.
Jimmy Mooney introduced the gang of friends to his mother, who was sitting in the front seat of the car.
‘She’s come along to help out and give me a hand with you all on the mystery tour today,’ he announced, his eyes kind in his big ruddy face.
Mystery tour! They all looked at each other, almost bursting with excitement.
‘Nance Mooney,’ said the old woman, introducing herself. ‘Humbugs, pineapple chunks or a toffee?’ She turned around and offered them all a sweet from the paper bag in her plump hand. Blue chose a toffee.
Jess took the three biggest humbugs, stuffing one into her mouth and putting the other two in her pocket for later.
‘Where are we going, mister?’ asked Mary.
‘Ah now, you wouldn’t want me to ruin your surprise. There’s plenty of fun and games organised for you, that’s all I’ll say.’
‘Are we going to Kerry?’ asked Jess.
‘That’s a bit far, pet,’ he replied, ‘especially with a crowd like this.’
‘Are we staying in Dublin?’ cajoled Lil.
‘Maybe.’
‘Are we going to Ringsend?’ Molly called out.
‘Ringsend?’
‘That’s where I used to live with my mammy and daddy,’ she said eagerly. ‘I’d like to see it.’
‘I’m sorry.’ Blue could see the driver’s eyes soften as he looked in the mirror. ‘We’re not going anywhere near it, I’m afraid.’
Molly wriggled on Blue’s lap and Blue gave her a hug, hoping the little girl would forget her sadness for once and just enjoy the day.
They drove through the city, crossed a bridge over the River Liffey and went up O’Connell Street, the biggest and widest street in Dublin. Jimmy pointed out Clery’s famous clock, the GPO, and the Gresham hotel where all the famous film stars stayed.
‘Nearly there, girls,’ announced Jimmy at last as the black Ford Cortina car turned up onto a big roadway with vast green fields and woodlands on either side.
‘Is this a park?’
‘One of the biggest in Europe,’ he grinned. ‘This is the Phoenix Park. See that house over there, the big white one? That’s where the President of Ireland lives.’
‘Is this his garden?’ Mary asked, as they all gaped out the window at the huge lawns and trees.
‘No,’ he laughed. ‘This garden belongs to the people of Dublin, to all of us.’
He turned off another road, following a line of cars driving slowly one after another. There were kids crammed into every car, all, like themselves, anxious to discover their destination.
Minutes later they came to a halt near to a big wooden fence and a gateway with a thatched awning, and letters carved on it with the name: Dublin Zoo. Blue couldn’t believe it – the very place she’d wanted to go.
They all had to form a line, and one by one pushed through the heavy iron turnstiles that signalled the entrance to the zoo. Mrs Mooney helped to count the tickets and make sure there was one for everyone.
‘Bernadette O’Malley, Lily Hennessy, Molly Dempsey …’ A man with a big hat was calling out names and putting the children into groups. ‘You must all stay in your group,’ he warned, ‘as we don’t want anyone to get lost. Some of these animals are dangerous, to say the least. You are not allowed to feed the animals unless the keepers permit it, nor are you to frighten or startle the animals in any way. Do you all understand me?’
‘Yes,’ they all chorused, eager to get on their way and begin exploring.
Once Blue’s group was organised, Jimmy and Mrs Mooney, and a short little man with sunglasses called Bill, began to lead them on a tour of the zoo.
The air all around was filled with noise, sounds so strange and different – squawks and screeches and roars and chattering, sounds of the jungles and forests – that for a second Blue was a little scared. Molly gripped her hand tightly.
‘It’s all right, Molly,’ she reassured the little girl. ‘The animals can’t hurt us.’
They stopped to gaze at deer behind a high wire fence. There were reindeer with big, heavy antlers, thin, nervous gazelles and strange animals called wildebeest, all chewing at the grass and blinking slowly at them. Along the edge of a big lake was a flock of pink flamingoes each balanced on one leg, not even wobbling as the girls from Larch Hill ran noisily past them. Blue was reminded of Sister Monica’s stories of Africa, where all the animals gathered at the water hole when the sun went down.
Bill led them right to the lion’s den. They don’t look very fierce, thought Blue, until she noticed the hunk of meaty bone that the male lion was eating, his huge mane moving as he tossed the heavy bone back and forth like a little piece of cloth.
Beside every enclosure was a big sign with information about the animal and a map showing what part of the world it came from. Blue read each one carefully and told Molly all about the animals.
Blue wrinkled her nose when they went into the reptile house. It was much warmer here. Lizards and scaly things stuck out their tongues at them, some lizards able to hide by changing colour to look like stones and twigs.
‘Look, there he is!’ shouted Molly as a lizard darted out his tongue against the glass. There were slimy snakes, a sleepy boa constrictor and a huge crocodile half-hidden under dirty brown water. They could see him blink. Blue told her friends of Sister Monica’s story of the great big basking crocodile that lay hidden in Lake Azura waiting for the chance to snap his jaws and grab at the arm or leg of some unwary swimmer or water carrier. He looked sleepy and rather harmless, the nun had said, but suddenly, with a flip of his tail and a twist of his heavy body he could swim and catch his victim in a few seconds.
‘Yuk! Let’s get out of here,’ suggested Lil.
They were all glad to get back out to the sunshine and fresh air.
The tall giraffes stretched out their big, long necks to stare at the children over a high fence. Blue looked into their big, gentle eyes, wondering if they wished they were back in Africa.
Jimmy Mooney asked the elephant keeper if they could come closer to see the elephant.
‘Aye, bring them along in,’ he said. ‘Princess won’t hurt them. She’s a gentle giant.’
Blue couldn’t believe it when she was allowed to stroke the elephant’s skin. It felt rough and hard and the elephant in return touched her with the tip of her long trunk, snuffling at her clothes with curiosity.
The keeper passed her a piece of what looked like dried-out madeira cake. ‘Hold it still in the palm of your hand and Princess will find it for herself.’
Blue giggled as the elephant’s trunk curved around suddenly, sniffed at her hand, the hairs tickling her, then grabbed the piece of food and passed it into her mouth. The other kids were all open-mouthed, watching.
‘No, no!’ said Lil, shaking her head when the keeper offered to let her have a go.
There was so much to see and do, Blue was dizzy with it all. The sea lions chased clumsily around the rocks, barking, but moved like sleek machines once they dived in the water. The polar bear looked so hot and sad with his heavy, yellow-white coat and big paws as he paced back and forth on the grey concrete and rocks.
‘Poor bear,’ murmured Molly, standing in front of the railings. ‘He’s lonesome.’
Hot and thirsty, they all gave whoops of joy when Mrs Mooney declared that she was starving and led them into the big restaurant. From the upstairs tables they could still watch the animals and the lake below.
There were jugs of orange and lemonade ready for them, and waitresses in smart black-and-white uniforms carried out big trays laden with plates of fat sausages and crisp golden chips. It was yummy. Blue dipped her chips in the thick, red tomato sauce, trying not to burn her mouth as she stuffed herself.
Molly began to cry when she knocked her plate on the floor, expecting to be punished. But a pretty waitress simply came over and picked it up and promised she’d be back with another plate straight away.
‘It’s so posh,’ laughed Molly, drying her tears immediately.
Afterwards there were bowls of orange jelly and ice-cream.
‘Have you lot had enough yet?’ Jimmy joked, patting his own big stomach. ‘You’ve still got to see the monkeys and Pets’ Corner. So hurry it up!’
They all queued up for the ladies’ toilet before rushing back downstairs and out onto the grassy front lawn again. Mrs Mooney checked their names off her list and led them to where all the noise was coming from.
The monkeys screeched and jumped around their cages while the chimpanzees stretched their paws out through the bars and seemed to want to talk to the children. They reminded Blue of the babies in the nursery. She wished she could open the bars and lift one out and hold it in her arms.
Pets’ Corner was the very last place on the list.
‘This is the best place of all,’ smiled Molly, who admitted to being scared of a lot of the animals they had already seen. Here, instead of tall wire cages and bars, there were low wooden fences and straw, and you were allowed to stroke and pet the animals.
There were pigs and goats and ducks and rabbits and baby lambs and fluffy yellow chicks that chirped and cheeped, and two old donkeys called Tilly and Tommy. The children raced between all the animals, finding it hard to choose which was their favourite.
There was also a wishing chair, like a big toadstool, and they all took a turn to sit into it and make a wish. Blue sat on the curved stone seat and closed her eyes; she wished as hard as she could that she would find a family of her own some day.
There were two play houses and a slide there too and Blue watched as Molly joined in the fun with all of the other smaller kids, her brown eyes shining. She had taken a liking to the rabbits and looked so happy when the keeper placed a soft white fluffy rabbit in her arms.
‘He’s lovely,’ smiled Molly, stroking the rabbit’s head and holding a small carrot for it to chew.
They all wished they could stay at the zoo forever, playing with animals. But finally Jimmy called the group together.
‘We’ve got to make sure we have everybody before we leave the zoo,’ said Mrs Mooney, calling out their names again.
‘Aaaaahhh!’ they all complained, not wanting the day to end.
‘We don’t want to go back to awful Larch Hill!’ a brave voice called from the back. Lil and Blue agreed that it was lucky Sister Regina wasn’t there.
‘Now, now, the day’s not over yet,’ said Bill, pushing his sunglasses up on his forehead, ‘no, not at all. There’s going to be fun and games in the park, and a few more goodies before you all go home, I promise.’
A huge cheer greeted that announcement and they all followed Jimmy and Bill and Mrs Mooney back outside. This time they were barely sitting in Jimmy’s taxi before he stopped again.
‘Here you are now,’ he said, throwing open the car door. Blue and Lil and Mary and Jess and Molly ran with whoops and shouts to follow all the other boys and girls who were racing down a grassy hill to an enormous hollow below. It was like a huge green bowl, surrounded by trees and grass. They could roar and scream as much as they liked, for there was nobody to tell them to hush up or be quiet as they tumbled and rolled down the grassy bank. There were races and teams and they played football too, the boys beating the girls silly. But nobody cared. When they were panting and out of breath, there was a big picnic with sandwiches, bags of crisps and lukewarm orange in paper cups. As they went back up the hill, the sun started to dip. They all agreed that it had been the best day out ever and that Mrs Mooney and Jimmy and all the taxi men and helpers had made it so.
‘Three cheers for everyone,’ shouted a boy with red hair and freckles who had put the knee out of his trousers and had grass stains on his grey jumper, not caring how much trouble he’d get into back at the boys’ home later.
‘Hip, hip, hurray!’ they chorused, wanting to remember the good times they’d all shared. ‘Hip, hip, hurray!’