In 1986, Peter Davies was on holiday in Kenya after graduating from Northwestern University with scholarships in animal behavior.
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 elephants 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 and nuzzled against him.
The elephant stepped back, turned to face the man, and with a rather curious look on its face, stared at him for several tense moments. Peter stood frozen, terrified, thinking of nothing else but being trampled to death. Eventually the elephant trumpeted loudly, touched Peter with its trunk, turned, and walked away. Peter never forgot that elephant or the events of that day. He included this experience in his doctorate thesis, even.
Twenty years later, Peter was walking through the Chicago Zoo with his teen aged 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, reached toward him with its trunk, 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, decided to skip making proper arrangements with the zoo staff, climbed over the railing, and made his way into the enclosure. He walked right up to the huge bull elephant and stared back in expectant wonder. The elephant trumpeted again, raised his leg up then stomped it down, wrapped its trunk around one of Peter legs and slammed him against the railing, rupturing his skull and killing him instantly.
Probably wasn't the same fucking elephant.
This is for all you dipshit wankers who continually send me those fucking ridiculous, heart-warming, bullshit stories about identifying with various forms of animal life. How the fuck did I become some kind of hub for all these cutesy animal stories!! FFS!!!??!!
MOTHERFUCKERS??!??!
I love animals and I do have a connection to some of them, but FUCKING FORGET IT!! I have my stories, but keep yours to yourself!! Get the fuck out of my head and lose my email addy!!!!!!
I changed my email to NON-public view on every forum I visit.
Bastards!!.
