by Danetta Kellar
We bumped and bounced along the narrow road, white dust floating up in plumes like baby powder around our four-wheel drive. Confident and laughing, we chattered about the different animals we encountered in the savanna that afternoon. The lion who had taken a lazy nap on the rock just by the road. The giraffes who danced a ballet duet with their necks.
Our happy reverie was abruptly interrupted as our driver brought us to a jolting stop. The road ended in a perfect t-junction, and something was standing right in the middle of it. Something BIG. As the dust settled, we began to make out what it was.
An elephant, twice as large as our vehicle, stood smack in our way. Defiant and angry, she raised her long trunk and trumpeted louder than the archangel himself.
We all stopped breathing for a moment, not able to be afraid and breathe at the same time.
Our driver looked up at her, grabbed the wheel more tightly, and revved the engine like a monster. Again, and again, he roared.