Followers

Friday, February 22, 2019

"Be vewy quiet"

I can't help but feel like Elmer Fudd as we track this elephant. "Be vewy quiet." Of course we are not hunting the elephant, but rather trying to catch it. It is tricky. The baby elephant has impressive hearing, and it can run fast. Anytime we are remotely close it jets off in the opposite direction. Finally we came up with a brilliant idea, or at least an idea. Instead of chasing after the elephant we'd set up camp and patiently wait for it to come to us.

Friday, February 15, 2019

Trumpet Sounds

Toot!Toot! We followed the trumpet sounds of a baby elephant. Toot! Toot! The trumpet sounds grew louder and louder untill finally we were face to face with the baby elephant. It was jumping and splashing in a mud puddle. I could tell it was having a blast. Truth be told, I didn't want to spoil its fun, but at the same time Olivia and I were on a mission. So I walked up to the elephant slowly and carefully. Unfortunately I wasn't slow or careful enough. I stepped on a twig. As soon as the baby elephant heard the snap, he ceased his joyful playing and ran in the opposite direction.

Friday, February 8, 2019

Pterodactyl

Errrrrack! "What the hell was that?" Olivia asks. "I don't know. It sounded like something dying." I reply. I look up to see a rusted pterodactyl statue suspended by wires. I nudge Olivia and point to the pterodactyl. She glances at it for a moment. "Well, in a way you were right. It is something that's dying." I smile. "Indeed." "How do you think they figured that noise for it?" "They probably thought it sounded terrifying." I suggest. Olivia thinks for a moment. "I think it would be more terrifying without the noise. Can you imagine that thing sneaking up behind you silently?" "I don't think I want to." I say. "No, me either." We walk on. "Were there elephants during the time of the dinosaurs?" Olivia asks. "No, they came a little later." "Then what's that?" It takes me a second, but I then see clear as day what Olivia is referring to. I stop dead in my tracks. "Well, one thing is for sure. It's not a statue."