Amazing Kids! Magazine

Revenge of the Elephants

By William Ye Qin, Grade 5, Houston, TX

 

I had no idea why they were standing there. There were three elephants in our camp. The largest elephant was about eleven feet tall. His trunk was so long that it touched the ground. His tusks stretched out at nearly a humongous three feet. His legs were almost as wide as my body. The medium-sized elephant was about three-fourths as tall as the biggest elephant, and there was a baby elephant.

Oh, the baby elephant! He was so small that he could walk under both other elephants’ tummies. His body was still covered with fur. He was so lovely and cute; I might want to give him a hug! I think this must be the same baby elephant that my dad and his zoologist friends were trying to capture the other day; they were trying to improve the Jungle Zoo exhibit. But somehow the baby elephant escaped.

I was so excited! I felt I had to tell Dad that the elephants were visiting us!

As I watched the elephants, the biggest elephant stepped forward. He suddenly trumpeted to the other two elephants. They seemed to nod in agreement. With a sudden, tremendous swing, the elephant’s trunk smacked the side of a tent, sending it flying into the air. The tent landed in a bushy jungle shrub.

“What’s going on?” I exclaimed, even though nobody was there to answer me.

I knew something was not right. The elephants were not paying a friendly visit. They were hostile, and they were about to destroy our camp. I realized they were taking revenge for the baby elephant.

I was so frightened. I ran and hid behind a tree. As I watched the elephant trashing our campsite, my legs were shaking. I couldn’t move. This was devastating. I thought about escaping. But what if I ran and the elephants chased me? They could easily outrun me. I could climb up a tree, but the elephants could grab me with the trunk, or easily take down the tree. What if… thousands of escape plans flashed through my mind, but my body was frozen. I was shivering with fear as the elephant continued stomping on the camp.

Another giant trunk swipe and the second tent was knocked over. PZZZZZSH! The third tent had ripped in half. He knocked things over with his trunk, used his feet to kick fragile objects, and smashed his head against many things.

The second elephant joined the rampage. She started to stomp on smaller items scattered around the campsite. The baby elephant cheerfully joined the party, following the big elephants’ steps, blowing lots of dust.

Suddenly, the biggest elephant stopped. He trumpeted loudly and looked at something in front of him. I couldn’t see what it was because the air was so dusty.

The biggest elephant walked over. Using his trunk, he gently grabbed something, walked for ten yards, and then gently put it down. He walked back, grabbed a second one, and gently transported it again. After he transported six or seven objects, he was back to the tent, lifted up his left front foot, and stomped down with a hard crank. He then continued his rampage. Things were breaking and flying all over the place again.

After what felt like forever, the elephant stopped. He trumpeted one last time, and then the elephants slowly walked away, disappearing into the jungle. Their revenge was over.

I waited until the dust settled. Making sure the elephants were not coming back. I dragged myself back into the place that used to be our camp. The scene was catastrophic; nothing is in good shape, as if a bombshell had exploded the campsite! The canteens were crushed. Glass was shattered. My bike was crooked, the chain was dangling, and one wheel was completely out of shape. The water bottles were all flattened. Dad’s computer was bent in a U-shape. His camera was up on the tree, so were my clothes. Binoculars were in two pieces, half-buried in the ground. Books, maps, and small items were scattered all over the place. They destroyed everything. I was so mad that I thought I might explode!

Then I wondered, What were the things that the elephant transported with his trunk?

There they were, ten yards away in front of me. I walked up to a cluster of white round objects. They were seven eggs, lying on the grass, unbroken.

I felt a strange sensation through my body. The elephants were angry about Dad’s attempt to catch the baby elephant; they came here to give us a warning. Although they got really mad, they didn’t hurt anybody. They saved the eggs, and that’s something that matters to them. It seemed to me that they cared about life more than we cared about elephants.

Later that day, Dad and his friend returned from a jungle exploration with a captured baby alligator. Dad was stunned when he saw what happened in our camp. I told him about how the elephants took revenge, and told him about the eggs.

Dad was speechless. After a long pause, he said, “William, let’s pack up and go home. We’re not going to hunt any more wild animals here.”

“Shall we let go of the baby alligator?” I suggested.

“Yes,” Dad nodded and smiled.