Elephant Attack
In the dusty plains of Africa, a group of tourists watched in awe as a herd of elephants slowly crossed the savanna. The air was calm, filled only with the distant call of birds and the low rumble of the giants. But deep within the herd, tension was brewing. A massive bull elephant, his tusks long and curved like spears, had grown agitated. The scent of humans and the sound of a running engine stirred his instincts.
With a sudden trumpet, the bull charged. The ground shook beneath his weight, dust rising like a storm cloud. The tourists screamed as the elephant thundered toward the jeep, his ears flared wide and his eyes blazing with fury. The driver started the engine, reversing frantically, but the elephant was faster than anyone expected. His trunk struck the front of the vehicle, denting the metal with terrifying force.
For several long seconds, chaos reigned. Then, as suddenly as it began, the bull stopped. He raised his head high, let out a final, deafening trumpet, and turned back toward his herd. The matriarch called softly, calming him down. The tourists sat frozen, hearts pounding, realizing how close they had come to nature’s raw power. The savanna fell silent once more — peaceful, yet forever changed.
