PostCards Never Written
Janita Van de Velde
The big female elephant came crashing out of the bush, with the others not far behind her. She turned her head to look at our Jeep and stopped dead in her tracks. She made a move as though she was going to charge, but then, rather than amusing herself and crushing us like a tin of cat food, she raised her trunk and bellowed out a warning cry. (I canít comment on the exact decibel level, but the ringing in my ear has yet to stop.) I dropped to the floor in the back of the Jeep, forcing myself to remain still as I suppressed a strong urge to run. I thought elephants were supposed to be kind and gentle. Or were they the ones with a sharp memory and a short temper?
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