There was a working elephant in India; one of those great and gentle animals used to clear forests of wood. This elephant was born in captivity and was now about to give birth. To her was born a beautiful baby calf.
This elephant boy, as it grew a little and when first it learned to walk, was tied with a rope to a massive tree trunk. It wailed for mummy but mommy couldn't come as she had to work early or late whether she liked to or not. For all its young enthusiasm, might and strength, elephant boy could not free itself from the tree trunk. Time passed slowly and its sense of freedom passed with it.
As elephant boy grew in size and strength, proportionally the tree truck, in rotation, was replaced by a smaller one and a smaller one still. Soon the elephant and his great ivory tusks had grown to massive size; he was truly a sight to behold.
By this time the once giant tree trunk had been so reduced that the elephant was now tethered to a twig by a piece of string. Its freedom had been reduced with it and the only trace of it having every existed at all was in a sleight and faint memory pulse lost in the tissue of its brain. It’s fate was sealed.
Barry Clifford
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