The elephant lowered his head towards the glimmering water and took a firm grip of the oar floating past. He raised it high over the crocodile who was lurking menacingly in the reeds. A hunter watched the scene, his boat helpless in the thick vegetation where his rifle lay beyond reach. If that croc swam closer to him, he'd be trapped between the croc and elephant.
a sound of cracking wood filled the air. From right behind him. He froze as
water bubbled through the splintered boat, soaking his boots and filling up the
the bank of the river, Daryl Peterson peered through the reeds, and steadied his
rifle. "You won't get away with this," he muttered softly, while aiming at the
hunter in distress.
him!" The croc rolled on its back in a death roll aimed at the hunter. The boat
tipped, sending the hunter backwards into the river where the certainty of death
by drowning became real.
remained motionless as the elephant stepped closer to his foe. "Good, one thwack
with that and revenge is complete."
oar smashed into the crocodile just inches from its snout. Daryl watched in
horror as the croc swung around, its jaw wide, allowing the bloody body of the
man to drift free on the surface of the water.
thought you'd get away from me, you scumbag? Didn't think I'd be able to find
you in this kind of place, did you? I only hope the croc comes back for you so
no one finds you and spots the bullet wounds." Daryl stood up, slinging his
rifle onto his back again as he headed for the thick bush.
soon reached the clearing where he had left his Landrover, but came to an abrupt
halt when he realised it was no longer there. He scanned the area for
clues--four different sets of footprints patterned the sand where his car had
stood merely an hour ago.
caught a glimmer of movement in the bush ahead and crept forward; to discover he
was crouched behind a small herd of elephant with their backs to him. Behind
him, a twig snapped, and he turned, coming face to face with a massive bull
heart sank as he realized there was no way he could out run this threat. But,
then, he looked in wonder at the broken oar held by the elephant. This was the
one that had thwacked the crocodile. Maybe, just maybe, he wasn't such a threat.
Daryl clutched his rifle to his chest, afraid that if he raised it to fire on
the elephant the gigantic beast might reach him first, and attempted to sidle
into the thick bush on his left.
he pushed through the thorns and dense vegetation, he kept a watchful eye on the
elephant whose only movement was a slowly swinging trunk and an occasional
twitch of his massive ears.Then, without a sound, the elephant turned and walked
slowly round where Daryl stood and joined the small herd. Daryl let out his
breath and lowered his rifle, thankful that he did not have to face, and shoot,
a charging elephant.
Suddenly the elephants started to clump together, their ears flapping and some raised their
trunks; clearly they heard or sensed something Daryl did not. Then he too heard
the sound as a heavy-duty motorbike skidded into the clearing and uniformed
rangers tumbled out, their hunting rifles at the ready--and they weren't pointed
at the elephants.
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