In 1986, Peter Davies was on holiday
in Kenya after graduating from
Louisiana State University .
On a hike through the bush, he came
across a young bull elephant standing
with one leg raised in the air. The
elephant seemed distressed, so Peter
approached it very carefully. He got
down on one knee, inspected the
elephants foot, and found a large piece
of wood deeply embedded in it. As
carefully and as gently as he could,
Peter worked the wood out with his
knife, after which the elephant
gingerly put down its foot.
The elephant turned to face the man
and with a rather curious look on its
face, stared at him for several tense
moments. Peter stood frozen, thinking
of nothing else but being trampled.
Eventually the elephant trumpeted
loudly, turned and walked away. Peter
never forgot that elephant or the
events of that day.
Twenty years later, Peter was walking
through the Chicago Zoo with his
teenaged son. As they approached the
elephant enclosure, one of the
creatures turned and walked over to
near where Peter and his son
Cameron were standing. The large bull
elephant stared at Peter, lifted its front
foot off the ground, then put it down.
The elephant did that several times
then trumpeted loudly, all the while
staring at the man.

Remembering the encounter in 1986,
Peter could not help wondering if this
was the same elephant. Peter
summoned up his courage, climbed
over the railing and made his way into
the enclosure. He walked right up to
the elephant and stared back in
wonder. The elephant trumpeted
again, wrapped its trunk around one of
Peter legs and slammed him against
the railing, killing him instantly.

Probably wasn't the same fucking
elephant.


This is for everyone who sends me
those heart-warming bullshit stories.