The touring car was sturdy and rumbled along the dusty road, and its occupants were eager to witness the wonders of African nature. The air is filled with the sounds of nature.
As we rounded a clearing, the scene suddenly changed.
“Look,” she whispered, quietly with a sense of urgency. “A baby elephant fell into the hole and was trying to fight.
We look down, our hearts heavy with horror and pity. A young female elephant, barely larger than an elephant, was trapped at the bottom of a dry hole. Her huge body was turned to the side and she couldn’t move. legs spread awkwardly. The creature’s trunk, usually very lively and expressive, hangs neatly and its head cannot move. We gave it some water, it was very thirsty, it had been trapped there for a long time.
The young elephant was clearly in danger. His eyes, normally filled with gentle intelligence, were now wide with fear and pain. He let out a series of desperate cries and trumpets echoed throughout the valley, a sad symphony of agony. He struggled with his legs, trying to hold on to the slippery walls, but his efforts were in vain. He was trapped, his powerful body left defenseless against the treacherous terrain.
We stood and watched in amazement as the baby elephant struggled. The scene was both heartbreaking and terrifying. The sheer power of the animal, usually a symbol of strength and endurance, has now been reduced to a desperate fight for survival. We could see the fear in his eyes, the pain in each of his movements.
Time seemed to stand still as we witnessed the baby elephant’s futile attempts to free itself. The sun rose higher in the sky, casting dazzling light on the scene. We know that the elephant’s chances of survival decrease with every second. Dehydration, fatigue and the harsh African sun work against them.
We used all the tools we had to free it, widen the hole… it was difficult because it was hard… The rescue team arrived, this time with better equipment and of course it was much easier. try to free it.
As time goes by, the baby elephant’s crying becomes less and less. His movements became slow, his body trembled with exhaustion. The sun began to hide behind the horizon, casting long, sinister shadows over the meadow. Finally he did it.
We left the place full of a strange feeling. The image of the trapped elephant, his cry echoing in the silence of the night will be forever etched in our memory.