I don't own BTVS or Angel, unless you count the videos in my room. I don't
own any of the characters in this story, except the obvious ones. Okay,
Joss is the genius and I am only a humble minion, but thanks for indicating
that I'm something better than that. Ahem... I thought about all the ways I
could add Buffy in this story and I came to the conclusion that I could not
write her in to it. The storyline wouldn't be able to take it. (I'm pretty
sure Spike and Angel wouldn't be able to take it either.) Also... *studies
fingernails closely* who said this was A/S? *stifles laugh* Hey, it's all
in how you read it. Anyway, I guess we should get...
On with the show.
::Carpe Diem- Carnival of the Animals::
"Fred, those shoes look beautiful on you. Have you ever worn heals like those before?" Cordelia walked through the door of the Hyperion carrying a bag from Neiman Marcus, with Fred right on her heals.
"No, I'm really not sure they're me." Fred stumbled over her own feet and sighed down at her shoes. She heard a groan behind her and looked back just in time to see Connor struggle with an armload of bags and boxes. He seemed to be struggling to keep the packages from slipping out of his arms and to keep his knees from buckling. "I think Connor may be having a harder time than I am, though."
Cordelia glanced back over her shoulder and smiled at the boy. You couldn't even see his face. She put down her bag and walked back to help him. "Some people will just never get the concept of making more than one trip." Cordelia took some boxes off of the top of the never-ending stack, the boy was carrying, and smiled when she could finally see his face. Connor looked ready to laugh, cry, and snarl, all at the same time. "Better?"
Connor nodded, until he realized the movement was knocking his packages off kilter. "Yes." He said as he pushed the bags up with his knee and almost toppled over.
Cordelia cupped her hands around her mouth and yelled. "Someone be manly and help Connor with the bags!" There was no response. "Well, don't everyone rush to do it all at once!" Cordelia jumped when she heard a crash behind her. She turned to see Connor, empty handed, starring at the pile of packages at his feet.
He looked up at Cordelia apologetically and shrugged. "I'm sorry."
Cordelia shook her head. "Don't worry about it. It wasn't your fault. It was..."
"What happened." Wesley walked into the room, from the kitchen, and took in the scene before him. Connor was standing over a pile of scattered packages, Fred was staring down at her feet, in a concerned fashion, and Cordelia was tapping her shoe, while staring at him scathingly. Fred was wearing heals?
"You made Connor drop our bags." Cordelia stated matter-of-factly.
"And the boxes. Don't forget the boxes." Connor added.
Cordelia nodded. "What were you have been doing that was so important, you couldn't help out Connor?"
"You were standing next to him. Why didn't you help him out?" Wesley questioned, with a grin.
Cordelia lifted her arms to show off the glittering parcels. "I helped." Cordelia tossed her head back at Fred and grinned. "She can't even walk right now, so I figured I should get one of you guys to do it."
Wesley nodded. "I see. Well, it seems that we have been hired for a job." Wesley pointed back at the office and sighed. "Angel and Spike have been in there fussing for ten minutes. Lorne and Gunn finally got tired of the 'meeting' and left. Lorne went up to his room, to drink, no doubt. Gunn went for a drive. He's asking around town about a little boy, Andy. It seems that his mother let him go to the zoo yesterday morning, with her friend. The woman seems to have been a werewolf and..."
"Full moon." Cordelia finished for him. She shook her head.
"That poor lady. She must be so scared for her son." Fred sighed. "I hate when we have to do jobs dealing with kids."
"Yes." Wesley agreed. "But in our line of work you can't expect children to be immune to any such horror."
"Wesley's right, of course." Spike chimed in, from his place in the office doorway. He had just finished up a lovely little chat with Angel, about how it was too dangerous for him to go look for a werewolf alone. He had heard of overprotective parenting, but this was too much. "Lots of demons aren't too very particular about who they maim and kill, like werewolves. Others, lots of others, actually prefer smaller, daintier dishes. Innocence is priceless."
"Thank you so very much for that unnerving little display of creepiness." Cordelia sighed, when she saw Fred slump down in the nearest chair. "Now look. You upset Fred."
"I did not." "He did not." Both Spike and Fred chimed in, at the same time.
"See!" Spike pointed over at Fred. "She's stronger than you people give her credit for, Cordy. I've heard what chicky has gone through and I think she can handle the truth."
"Thank you, Spike. Now, shut up." Fred put her head in her hands and shook it. "I love that ya'll care about me, but you can't shield me from everything." Fred sighed. "Always protecting Fred. Protect me from information, pictures, ugliness... I can take it." Fred looked up with wide eyes. "I don't like it, but I can take it."
Spike knew what the girl meant. Everyone in this office seemed to be shielding someone else, at every moment of the day. Spike figured it was a meeting of souls, because he was almost sure he had felt a certain warmness pass over him, when Fred was talking. It was comforting.
"Spike, I need to get through the doorway, if you don't care."
Spike looked back at his Sire, oddly. The man was right at his back. "What you givin' off heat now, Angelus?" Spike stepped out of the doorway and let Angel pass.
"What are you talking about, Spike?" Angel sighed. His childe was being extra difficult tonight. Oh, lucky him. He actually thought he could go on search for Andy, all by himself. It was ridiculous. Spike couldn't take a walk to the Pharmacy without getting harmed in some form or fashion.
"You." Spike pointed at Angel and scowled. "Warm." Spike stopped pointing and stroked his bottom lip thoughtfully. "Nevermind." He muttered.
Angel nodded and rolled his eyes, as he turned his back toward Spike. That was when he saw his son stacking boxes, like a stock boy at Wal-Mart. "Connor, what are you doing?"
"I'm ignoring the grown ups. It's what teenagers do." Connor fussed with a shoebox that's lid didn't want to fit. Cordelia walked over and bent down to hand him a different lid that had been sitting behind him. He looked at it and exchanges tops. "Thank you." He put the top on the box. It was too big. "Do you think you got enough shoes?" Connor mumbled.
Cordelia grinned and kicked Connor another top. "I haven't had much use for shoe buying lately. Thought it would be a nice change of pace. You know, now that I'm no longer 'Psychic Girl', the clairvoyant Power Ranger."
"Wesley was telling us that a little boy was taken to a zoo... by a werewolf?" Fred piped in. Angel sighed. "Yes. I don't want to take the case though."
"Why?" Connor stopped what he was doing and looked up at his dad. "Don't you want to help him?"
"Ye..."
"No." Spike interjected. "He doesn't want to help the kid cause his daddy or uncle or somethin' is a lawyer."
"Well, that's a bit harsh." Connor commented, as he pushed himself up from the ground. "I suppose a few people here or there might think twice about helping me, because my dad's a vampire, but still."
"Do any of you remember when he didn't talk?" Angel said, reminiscently.
"When he hated you?" Fred asked, confusedly.
"No, before that. When he was a baby." Angel sighed. "You used to like the ridges of my face. My 'real' face."
"I used to like the ridges of you face." Spike muttered. "Until I knew what they meant."
"Now, what are you talking about, Spike?" Angel stomped his foot impatiently. "You didn't know me, until you were already turned."
"Yup, but you never showed your face. You showed it when you were feeding or when you were pissed at me. For the first few years it was only at feeding." Spike paused. "No other face has ever been able to strike so much revulsion and annoyance in the heart, of little 'ol me."
Cordelia stopped the two men's little argument with a question. "Why are you not wanting to help, Angel? It doesn't make sense."
Angel shook his head. He really didn't feel like answering that question. He felt that if he said it out loud, it just made it all the more true. And what if it wasn't? Of course, other people were named Lindsey and the last name could be a coincidence. It may not even be a man, he told himself.
Wesley realized Angel didn't feel inclined to answer, so he took the initiative. "Spike was, sort of, right." Wesley pulled out the business card, the lady had given them and handed it to Cordelia. "Angel thinks it may be *our* Lindsey."
Cordelia nodded. "That's nice. Now, why are we not saving this little boy?"
"Yes, shouldn't we help him, anyway?" Fred asked. "I mean... it's not his fault who he's related to."
"Who's Lindsey?" Connor wondered. It was so frustrating sometimes, knowing that even though this stuff happened when he, logically, should have been up and walking around... It had happened before he was born.
"She's a nice girl. I'm sure you'd like her." Spike gave the boy a smile and received a pair of crossed eyes. "Where'd you learn that?"
Connor grinned, proudly. "Fred taught me. She said every 'kid' should know how to cross their eyes and roll their tongue and whistle. It's mandatory."
Fred nodded. "He has the whistle and the eyes down, but he can't seem to master the tongue rolling."
Angel was becoming worried. "What are you doing with my son's tongue?"
"Oh, come on, Sire." Angel shook his head. "You know!" Spike insisted. When Angel just shrugged, Spike decided to give a demonstration. "Like this." Spike made a rolling 'r' and kept it going and going and going...
"That's amazing." Connor gasped. "Will I be able to do that?"
"Kind of." Fred watched Spike, who was two seconds away from getting smacked by Angel.
One. Two. Smack! Angel popped Spike, upside the back of the head. "Stop."
Spike continued. It was so much fun, not having to breath. It came in handy if you had to stay in a big wooden box, for a little while, or hide at the bottom of a lake, for any amount of time. It also came in handy when you wanted to annoy your Sire. Spike decided enough was enough, when Angel looked ready to pop. "That's how you roll your tongue."
"Thank you for the demonstration, Spike. It was enlightening." Wesley chuckled. Angel looked ready to skin the vampire.
Spike nodded. "Of course, it was. I'm very educational. Oh, Angel, I'm going to get you back for that hit you got in, there." Spike gave his Sire a look that most people would have quivered in fear over, only a few years earlier.
Angel just smiled. "I'll be waiting."
"Wait a second." Connor was confused. Hadn't he asked a question? Yes. "I still don't know who Lindsey is."
"I'd rather you didn't." Angel answered. It was true. He wanted Connor and Lindsey to have nothing to do with each other. The last thing he needed was Lindsey to come in and tell Connor what a horrible guy, an evil vampire, his dad was. Lindsey would have every reason to paint him as such. He had cut off the guy's hand... and then there was the whole Darla thing.
"Really?" Connor quirked a brow.
"Oh... smooth, Angel." Cordelia sighed. "Don't you know by now? You say don't and teenager hears do. You say no, they hear yes."
"I say potato, he hears poh-tah-toe?" Angel asked, with a smirk.
Cordelia gave Angel the 'ha ha, very funny' look and rolled her eyes. "Things are never easy."
"Who's Lindsey?!" Connor jumped at the shrillness of his own voice.
Angel eyed his son. He looked slightly stressed. "Are you feeling okay?"
Connor shook his head. "Who's Lindsey and why does he affect your decision making?" Connor asked, more calmly.
Wesley started to answer the boy when Angel put up his hand and stopped him. "I can do it. Lindsey is... an ass."
"Gah. That's more than you told me, in the whole time we spat at one another, in the office." Spike mumbled.
"Shut up, Spike." Angel returned his attention to Connor. "He used to work for Wolfram and Hart. He was their golden boy, there favorite. Lilah and he would fight each other for the prize... whatever it was that week. He got out."
"Shouldn't that make him a good guy?" Connor put in logically.
"As good as a sociopath can get, I suppose." Angel stated thoughtfully. "There's other stuff too, of course."
"I hope so." Connor gave his dad a scrutinizing look. "It has to be pretty bad, if it's keeping you from saving a little kid."
Angel immediately felt guilty. Connor was right. Damn it. He was turning away a child, because he didn't like some guy? Lindsey's sarcasm and snideness was enough to condemn his... whatever this kid was to him? No. "You're right."
"And the son shall surpass the father, in wisdom, as well as, intelligence." Spike patted Angel on the back. "Bright kid you got there. Does this mean we're on a hunt?"
Angel groaned. "Yes."
Spike grinned. "Good. Let's get the weapons then. Tranquilizers, I'm guessing."
"No." Cordelia stated. Everyone stared at her and she smiled. "Not until you all pitch in and help us get the packages upstairs."
Spike's jaw dropped. "Bloody hell." He stomped over to the stack and picked up a couple of bags. He turned back to Wesley and Angel. "You heard the lady. Get the bags. We got work to do!" Spike practically shot up the stairs.
Cordelia grinned, widely. "Now, that's service."
Angel shook his head, as he picked up an armload of boxes. "No, that's Spike itching for a hunt." Angel stood up and followed the path his childe had taken. He stopped to turn around and give Cordelia a smile. "Is it okay, if I admit I'm worried?"
Cordelia nodded. "No."
"Okay." Angel sighed. "I won't."
TBC
-Ah! Thank you all for the lovely reviews. I am having Spike and Angel withdrawal and I haven't had much time to write about it. How about them apples? Anyway, you guys are great.-
--The subtitle was *looks up at subtitle*... Why did I name it that? Well, anyway, it's a 'song' by Saint Saens. If you have ever seen Fantasia 2000, a portion of the 'song' was played in the flamingo cartoon. It's a great classical piece.--
On with the show.
::Carpe Diem- Carnival of the Animals::
"Fred, those shoes look beautiful on you. Have you ever worn heals like those before?" Cordelia walked through the door of the Hyperion carrying a bag from Neiman Marcus, with Fred right on her heals.
"No, I'm really not sure they're me." Fred stumbled over her own feet and sighed down at her shoes. She heard a groan behind her and looked back just in time to see Connor struggle with an armload of bags and boxes. He seemed to be struggling to keep the packages from slipping out of his arms and to keep his knees from buckling. "I think Connor may be having a harder time than I am, though."
Cordelia glanced back over her shoulder and smiled at the boy. You couldn't even see his face. She put down her bag and walked back to help him. "Some people will just never get the concept of making more than one trip." Cordelia took some boxes off of the top of the never-ending stack, the boy was carrying, and smiled when she could finally see his face. Connor looked ready to laugh, cry, and snarl, all at the same time. "Better?"
Connor nodded, until he realized the movement was knocking his packages off kilter. "Yes." He said as he pushed the bags up with his knee and almost toppled over.
Cordelia cupped her hands around her mouth and yelled. "Someone be manly and help Connor with the bags!" There was no response. "Well, don't everyone rush to do it all at once!" Cordelia jumped when she heard a crash behind her. She turned to see Connor, empty handed, starring at the pile of packages at his feet.
He looked up at Cordelia apologetically and shrugged. "I'm sorry."
Cordelia shook her head. "Don't worry about it. It wasn't your fault. It was..."
"What happened." Wesley walked into the room, from the kitchen, and took in the scene before him. Connor was standing over a pile of scattered packages, Fred was staring down at her feet, in a concerned fashion, and Cordelia was tapping her shoe, while staring at him scathingly. Fred was wearing heals?
"You made Connor drop our bags." Cordelia stated matter-of-factly.
"And the boxes. Don't forget the boxes." Connor added.
Cordelia nodded. "What were you have been doing that was so important, you couldn't help out Connor?"
"You were standing next to him. Why didn't you help him out?" Wesley questioned, with a grin.
Cordelia lifted her arms to show off the glittering parcels. "I helped." Cordelia tossed her head back at Fred and grinned. "She can't even walk right now, so I figured I should get one of you guys to do it."
Wesley nodded. "I see. Well, it seems that we have been hired for a job." Wesley pointed back at the office and sighed. "Angel and Spike have been in there fussing for ten minutes. Lorne and Gunn finally got tired of the 'meeting' and left. Lorne went up to his room, to drink, no doubt. Gunn went for a drive. He's asking around town about a little boy, Andy. It seems that his mother let him go to the zoo yesterday morning, with her friend. The woman seems to have been a werewolf and..."
"Full moon." Cordelia finished for him. She shook her head.
"That poor lady. She must be so scared for her son." Fred sighed. "I hate when we have to do jobs dealing with kids."
"Yes." Wesley agreed. "But in our line of work you can't expect children to be immune to any such horror."
"Wesley's right, of course." Spike chimed in, from his place in the office doorway. He had just finished up a lovely little chat with Angel, about how it was too dangerous for him to go look for a werewolf alone. He had heard of overprotective parenting, but this was too much. "Lots of demons aren't too very particular about who they maim and kill, like werewolves. Others, lots of others, actually prefer smaller, daintier dishes. Innocence is priceless."
"Thank you so very much for that unnerving little display of creepiness." Cordelia sighed, when she saw Fred slump down in the nearest chair. "Now look. You upset Fred."
"I did not." "He did not." Both Spike and Fred chimed in, at the same time.
"See!" Spike pointed over at Fred. "She's stronger than you people give her credit for, Cordy. I've heard what chicky has gone through and I think she can handle the truth."
"Thank you, Spike. Now, shut up." Fred put her head in her hands and shook it. "I love that ya'll care about me, but you can't shield me from everything." Fred sighed. "Always protecting Fred. Protect me from information, pictures, ugliness... I can take it." Fred looked up with wide eyes. "I don't like it, but I can take it."
Spike knew what the girl meant. Everyone in this office seemed to be shielding someone else, at every moment of the day. Spike figured it was a meeting of souls, because he was almost sure he had felt a certain warmness pass over him, when Fred was talking. It was comforting.
"Spike, I need to get through the doorway, if you don't care."
Spike looked back at his Sire, oddly. The man was right at his back. "What you givin' off heat now, Angelus?" Spike stepped out of the doorway and let Angel pass.
"What are you talking about, Spike?" Angel sighed. His childe was being extra difficult tonight. Oh, lucky him. He actually thought he could go on search for Andy, all by himself. It was ridiculous. Spike couldn't take a walk to the Pharmacy without getting harmed in some form or fashion.
"You." Spike pointed at Angel and scowled. "Warm." Spike stopped pointing and stroked his bottom lip thoughtfully. "Nevermind." He muttered.
Angel nodded and rolled his eyes, as he turned his back toward Spike. That was when he saw his son stacking boxes, like a stock boy at Wal-Mart. "Connor, what are you doing?"
"I'm ignoring the grown ups. It's what teenagers do." Connor fussed with a shoebox that's lid didn't want to fit. Cordelia walked over and bent down to hand him a different lid that had been sitting behind him. He looked at it and exchanges tops. "Thank you." He put the top on the box. It was too big. "Do you think you got enough shoes?" Connor mumbled.
Cordelia grinned and kicked Connor another top. "I haven't had much use for shoe buying lately. Thought it would be a nice change of pace. You know, now that I'm no longer 'Psychic Girl', the clairvoyant Power Ranger."
"Wesley was telling us that a little boy was taken to a zoo... by a werewolf?" Fred piped in. Angel sighed. "Yes. I don't want to take the case though."
"Why?" Connor stopped what he was doing and looked up at his dad. "Don't you want to help him?"
"Ye..."
"No." Spike interjected. "He doesn't want to help the kid cause his daddy or uncle or somethin' is a lawyer."
"Well, that's a bit harsh." Connor commented, as he pushed himself up from the ground. "I suppose a few people here or there might think twice about helping me, because my dad's a vampire, but still."
"Do any of you remember when he didn't talk?" Angel said, reminiscently.
"When he hated you?" Fred asked, confusedly.
"No, before that. When he was a baby." Angel sighed. "You used to like the ridges of my face. My 'real' face."
"I used to like the ridges of you face." Spike muttered. "Until I knew what they meant."
"Now, what are you talking about, Spike?" Angel stomped his foot impatiently. "You didn't know me, until you were already turned."
"Yup, but you never showed your face. You showed it when you were feeding or when you were pissed at me. For the first few years it was only at feeding." Spike paused. "No other face has ever been able to strike so much revulsion and annoyance in the heart, of little 'ol me."
Cordelia stopped the two men's little argument with a question. "Why are you not wanting to help, Angel? It doesn't make sense."
Angel shook his head. He really didn't feel like answering that question. He felt that if he said it out loud, it just made it all the more true. And what if it wasn't? Of course, other people were named Lindsey and the last name could be a coincidence. It may not even be a man, he told himself.
Wesley realized Angel didn't feel inclined to answer, so he took the initiative. "Spike was, sort of, right." Wesley pulled out the business card, the lady had given them and handed it to Cordelia. "Angel thinks it may be *our* Lindsey."
Cordelia nodded. "That's nice. Now, why are we not saving this little boy?"
"Yes, shouldn't we help him, anyway?" Fred asked. "I mean... it's not his fault who he's related to."
"Who's Lindsey?" Connor wondered. It was so frustrating sometimes, knowing that even though this stuff happened when he, logically, should have been up and walking around... It had happened before he was born.
"She's a nice girl. I'm sure you'd like her." Spike gave the boy a smile and received a pair of crossed eyes. "Where'd you learn that?"
Connor grinned, proudly. "Fred taught me. She said every 'kid' should know how to cross their eyes and roll their tongue and whistle. It's mandatory."
Fred nodded. "He has the whistle and the eyes down, but he can't seem to master the tongue rolling."
Angel was becoming worried. "What are you doing with my son's tongue?"
"Oh, come on, Sire." Angel shook his head. "You know!" Spike insisted. When Angel just shrugged, Spike decided to give a demonstration. "Like this." Spike made a rolling 'r' and kept it going and going and going...
"That's amazing." Connor gasped. "Will I be able to do that?"
"Kind of." Fred watched Spike, who was two seconds away from getting smacked by Angel.
One. Two. Smack! Angel popped Spike, upside the back of the head. "Stop."
Spike continued. It was so much fun, not having to breath. It came in handy if you had to stay in a big wooden box, for a little while, or hide at the bottom of a lake, for any amount of time. It also came in handy when you wanted to annoy your Sire. Spike decided enough was enough, when Angel looked ready to pop. "That's how you roll your tongue."
"Thank you for the demonstration, Spike. It was enlightening." Wesley chuckled. Angel looked ready to skin the vampire.
Spike nodded. "Of course, it was. I'm very educational. Oh, Angel, I'm going to get you back for that hit you got in, there." Spike gave his Sire a look that most people would have quivered in fear over, only a few years earlier.
Angel just smiled. "I'll be waiting."
"Wait a second." Connor was confused. Hadn't he asked a question? Yes. "I still don't know who Lindsey is."
"I'd rather you didn't." Angel answered. It was true. He wanted Connor and Lindsey to have nothing to do with each other. The last thing he needed was Lindsey to come in and tell Connor what a horrible guy, an evil vampire, his dad was. Lindsey would have every reason to paint him as such. He had cut off the guy's hand... and then there was the whole Darla thing.
"Really?" Connor quirked a brow.
"Oh... smooth, Angel." Cordelia sighed. "Don't you know by now? You say don't and teenager hears do. You say no, they hear yes."
"I say potato, he hears poh-tah-toe?" Angel asked, with a smirk.
Cordelia gave Angel the 'ha ha, very funny' look and rolled her eyes. "Things are never easy."
"Who's Lindsey?!" Connor jumped at the shrillness of his own voice.
Angel eyed his son. He looked slightly stressed. "Are you feeling okay?"
Connor shook his head. "Who's Lindsey and why does he affect your decision making?" Connor asked, more calmly.
Wesley started to answer the boy when Angel put up his hand and stopped him. "I can do it. Lindsey is... an ass."
"Gah. That's more than you told me, in the whole time we spat at one another, in the office." Spike mumbled.
"Shut up, Spike." Angel returned his attention to Connor. "He used to work for Wolfram and Hart. He was their golden boy, there favorite. Lilah and he would fight each other for the prize... whatever it was that week. He got out."
"Shouldn't that make him a good guy?" Connor put in logically.
"As good as a sociopath can get, I suppose." Angel stated thoughtfully. "There's other stuff too, of course."
"I hope so." Connor gave his dad a scrutinizing look. "It has to be pretty bad, if it's keeping you from saving a little kid."
Angel immediately felt guilty. Connor was right. Damn it. He was turning away a child, because he didn't like some guy? Lindsey's sarcasm and snideness was enough to condemn his... whatever this kid was to him? No. "You're right."
"And the son shall surpass the father, in wisdom, as well as, intelligence." Spike patted Angel on the back. "Bright kid you got there. Does this mean we're on a hunt?"
Angel groaned. "Yes."
Spike grinned. "Good. Let's get the weapons then. Tranquilizers, I'm guessing."
"No." Cordelia stated. Everyone stared at her and she smiled. "Not until you all pitch in and help us get the packages upstairs."
Spike's jaw dropped. "Bloody hell." He stomped over to the stack and picked up a couple of bags. He turned back to Wesley and Angel. "You heard the lady. Get the bags. We got work to do!" Spike practically shot up the stairs.
Cordelia grinned, widely. "Now, that's service."
Angel shook his head, as he picked up an armload of boxes. "No, that's Spike itching for a hunt." Angel stood up and followed the path his childe had taken. He stopped to turn around and give Cordelia a smile. "Is it okay, if I admit I'm worried?"
Cordelia nodded. "No."
"Okay." Angel sighed. "I won't."
TBC
-Ah! Thank you all for the lovely reviews. I am having Spike and Angel withdrawal and I haven't had much time to write about it. How about them apples? Anyway, you guys are great.-
--The subtitle was *looks up at subtitle*... Why did I name it that? Well, anyway, it's a 'song' by Saint Saens. If you have ever seen Fantasia 2000, a portion of the 'song' was played in the flamingo cartoon. It's a great classical piece.--