This is a story I forwarded to the Bloons back in 2006 — before they collectively commited suicide or something — but I don’t think they ever published it so here goes. It’s a story of love and hate, romance and jealousy, peanuts and butter, and if you haven’t read it before IT’S ALL TRUE. I didn’t write it, dunno who did, but I’ve experienced this exact situations more than once since 2006.. Seriously.
While on holiday in Kenya and walking through the bush a man comes across an elephant standing with one leg raised in the air.
The elephant seems distressed so the man approaches very carefully. He gets down on one knee and inspects the bottom of the elephant’s foot only to find a large thorn deeply embedded. As carefully and as gently as he can he removes the thorn and the elephant gingerly puts its foot down. The elephant turns to face the man and with a rather stern look on its face, stares at him. For a good ten minutes the man stands frozen – thinking of nothing else but being trampled.
Eventually the elephant turns and walks away.
And for years after, the man often remembers and ponders the events of that day.
Years later the man is walking through the zoo with his son. As they approach the elephant enclosure, one of the elephants turns and walks over to where they are standing at the rail. It stares at him and the man can’t help wondering if this is the same elephant. The man climbs tentatively over the railing and makes his way into the enclosure. He walks right up to the elephant and stares back in wonder.
Suddenly the elephant wraps its trunk around one of the man’s legs and swings him wildly back and forth along the railing, instantly killing him.
Probably not the same elephant then.