On my bi-weekly trip from Hamilton to Havemeyer, I walk past the “Scholar’s Lion” statue. Most days, I barely notice it; it just sits there, petrified in stone and silence. Until one day, while waiting on the bench by that statue, I see a young child wander over, no larger than four feet tall, looking scared. The kid runs around the sculpture, frightened, slowly approaching it before hastily jumping back. At first, I’m a bit concerned. Where is this child’s guardian? Why is she scared? Should I be scared too? A few moments later, a caregiver appears and hands the child a water bottle, comforting and asking her what happened. I watch as the toddler—shoulders raised, head lowered, with one hand clenched around her keeper's wrist—turns around to point at the lion, and it becomes clear....