n 1986, Dan Harrison 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 Dan 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, Dan 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. Dan stood frozen, thinking of nothing else
but being trampled. Eventually the elephant trumpeted loudly, turned, and walked away. Dan never forgot that elephant or the events of that day.
Twenty years later, Dan 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 Dan and his son Dan Jr.
were standing. The large bull elephant stared at Dan, lifted its front foot off the ground, and 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, Dan
couldn’t help wondering if this was the same elephant. Dan 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 Dan’s legs and slammed him against the railing, killing him instantly.
Probably wasn’t the same elephant.
Moral of the story: Just because it’s an elephant doesn’t mean it isn’t a blood-sucking, life-rejecting Rino!
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