We used to play in this fountain and the caretaker of the park who was known as 'the man with the stick' would chase us out and try to hit us, with his stick of course. We were not allowed on the grass either and one time I was playing with my pet rabbit and the man with the stick snuck up on me and I ran away in terror leaving my rabbit behind. I went to get my father and we found the home of the man with the stick before he could turn my rabbit into stew. "If you love your friend so much why did you leave him behind" asked the man with the stick.