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Wed 16 May, 2007 08:20 pm
I don't usually like these "heartwarming" stories, but this one is
well worth passing on ...
In 1986, Mike Hogan was on holiday in Kenya after graduating from
Northwestern 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 Mike approached it very carefully. He
got down on one knee and inspected the elephant's foot and found a
large piece of wood deeply embedded in it.
As carefully and as gently as he could, Mike worked the wood out with
his hunting 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. Mike stood
frozen, thinking of nothing else but being trampled. Eventually the
elephant trumpeted loudly, turned, and walked away.
Mike never forgot that elephant or the events of that day.
Twenty years later, Mike 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 Mike and his son Owen
were standing. The large bull elephant stared at Mike, 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, Mike couldn't help wondering if
this was the same elephant.
Mike 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 Mike's legs and slammed him against the railing,
killing him instantly.
Probably wasn't the same elephant.
Yeah, trust is such a fragile emotion, isn't it?
I thought you were going to tell the one about the monkey pulling the sliver out of the elepant's foot.
gus, This story is from the same friend in Australia, but figured it's more up your farm.
A farmer stops by the local mechanic shop to have his truck fixed.
They can't do it while he waits, so he says he doesn't live far and
will walk home.
On the way home he stops at the hardware store and buys a bucket and
a gallon of paint. He then stops by the feed store and picks up a
couple of chickens and a goose. However, struggling outside the store
he now has a problem: how to carry his entire purchases home.
While he is scratching his head, he is approached by a little old
lady who tells him she is lost. "Can you tell me how to get to 1603
Mockingbird Lane?" she asks.
"Well, as a matter of fact," says the farmer, "my farm is very close
to that house. I would walk you there but I can't carry this lot."
"Why don't you put the can of paint in the bucket," suggests the old
lady. "Carry the bucket in one hand; put a chicken under each arm and
carry the goose in your other hand?"
"Why thank you very much," he says, and proceeds to walk the old girl
home. On the way he suggests, "Let's take my short cut and go down
this alley. We'll be there in no time."
The little old lady looks him over cautiously then says, "I am a
lonely widow without a husband to defend me. How do I know that when
we get in the alley you won't hold me up against the wall and have
your wicked way with me?"
"Holy smokes, lady!" exclaims the farmer, "I'm carrying a bucket, a
gallon of paint, two chickens and a goose. How in the world could I
possibly hold you up against the wall and do that?"
Replies the old lady: "Set the goose down, cover him with the bucket,
put the paint on top of the bucket, and I'll hold the chickens."
lady Diane is rofl but i don't get it.
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