In 1986, Peter Davies was on holiday in Kenya after graduating
from Northwestern University. On a hike through the bush, he came
across a young bull elephant standing with one leg raised in the air.
The elephant seemed distressed, so Peter approached it very
carefully. He got down on one knee, inspected the elephant's foot,
and found a large piece of wood deeply embedded in it. As carefully
and as gently as he could, Peter worked the wood out with his knife,
after which the elephant gingerly put down its foot. The elephant
turned to face the man, and with a rather curious look on its face,
stared at him for several tense moments. Peter stood frozen, thinking
of nothing else but being trampled.. Eventually the elephant trumpeted
loudly, turned, and walked away. Peter never forgot that elephant or
the events of that day.
Twenty years later, Peter was walking through the Chicago Zoo with
his teenaged son. As they approached the elephant enclosure, one of
the creatures turned and walked over to near where Peter and his son
Cameron were standing. The large bull elephant stared at Peter, lifted
its front foot off the ground, then put it down.. The elephant did
that several times then trumpeted loudly, all the while staring at the
man.
Remembering the encounter in 1986, Peter could not help wondering if
this was the same elephant. Peter summoned up his courage, climbed
over the railing, and made his way into the enclosure. He walked
right up to the elephant and stared back in wonder. The elephant
trumpeted again, wrapped its trunk around one of Peter legs and
slammed him against the railing, killing him instantly.
Probably wasn't the same elephant.
This is for everyone who sends me those heart-warming bullshit
stories.
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