The moon wasn’t bright that night, neither was Eleanor's eyes. She laid close to her child, trying to provide warmth against the cold night. All she could do was hope for a miracle.
The night healed into day, She nudged at the cold wounded body of her child, but got no response. Miracles don’t exist. In pain and grief, she blew her trumpet so loud, it could be heard miles away.
Tit for Tat, child for child. She stomped away in anger, the earth trembled. It was time for revenge. Humans beware, an Elephant in distress.
The night healed into day, She nudged at the cold wounded body of her child, but got no response. Miracles don’t exist. In pain and grief, she blew her trumpet so loud, it could be heard miles away.
Tit for Tat, child for child. She stomped away in anger, the earth trembled. It was time for revenge. Humans beware, an Elephant in distress.
