It was a cool cloudy day as me and Jay stood and stared in amazement at the sloth that clung 12 feet up along a stone wall. The room was muggy, our skin shimmered with sweat beads. As we stood there, plants of all sorts, animals of all kinds surrounded us with caution due to the loud noise of children and adults of all kinds. The sloth slowly turned his head in all directions, staring at us and others. His slow movements caught the attention of his wondering guests, a small group of elderly woman noticed the commotion, they looked up. Their faces grew with the excitement of a 5 year old child, yelling and giggling

" Oooo, look! what is that?" One heavier set woman mentioned, pointing her finger to the medium sized dust ball.

The four others bent their heads upwards to look, and wondered out loud.
Now Jay, well he was highly impressed with himself that he knew the name of this slug like creature and with utter excitement in his voice he replied to them,

"Its a slop!"

The group of women's face grew even bigger this time. Their thoughts grew louder and louder every second, babbling between and over each others voice.

"Look!, its a slop!, its a slop!" their fingers probed at the air that separated them from the sloth.

Now, I noticed their miss interpretation with Jay's strong accent, and tried to correct them, not meaning to offend Jay for his adorably entertaining effort. But they continued to call the sloth a slop, and with none of their ears paying attention to my mocking laugh, I gave up and enjoyed the entertainment of the overly excited 70 year old women closed between the walls of a tropical forest and busy people.