The Elephant Runs Down the Mountain
The early morning sun cast a golden glow over the rugged mountain slope as a massive elephant began its steady descent. Dust rose beneath its heavy footsteps, but the giant moved with surprising speed and grace. Something had startled the elephant at the peak—perhaps a distant roar, a sudden sound, or simply the instinct to reach safer ground. Whatever the reason, the mountain trembled lightly as the powerful creature rushed downward.
As it ran, its ears flapped wide, catching the cool wind that brushed through the forest trees. Small animals scattered from its path—monkeys leaping to higher branches and deer darting through the bushes—aware that the elephant’s momentum was unstoppable. Despite its size, the elephant navigated the narrow, rocky trail with confidence, avoiding sharp boulders and slippery patches as though it had traveled this route a thousand times.
Near the base of the mountain, the landscape opened into a wide, peaceful valley. The elephant slowed, breathing heavily but calmly, its excitement fading into relief. A group of other elephants lifted their trunks in greeting, welcoming the returning traveler. With the mountain behind it and its herd ahead, the elephant stepped into the valley, ready to embrace the quiet comfort of safety once more.
