“Have you ever heard of a fiction where a little girl asked her father what an elephant was?”
There was a long pause in the middle of daylight with the wind blowing against the somewhat empty savanna.
“Yes I have. The father somewhat struggled to describe the elephant”. Humlind face was expressionless, as expressionless as the dead mammal in front of them, Chiron observed.
“Well, this might be the last of their kind we have ever seen. I guess we would be the father in that story”. Chiron’s voice almost broke when he uttered the words.
“No, we’ve seen an elephant and so we could describe it well”.
“I’d suppose. But my boy would have a problem with that”.
“No doubt”.
Another long pause but Chiron broke the silence before it got too awkward. “You know, Hammurabi once said, an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth…”
“An eye for an eye…” Humlind cut Chiron short. “I’d wish it were applicable to all lives.”
“Oh it is. Trust me it is.” A scent of anger was noticeable in Chiron’s voice. “I’m going for the poacher with my gun”.
Humlind stared at Chiron. “You aren’t serious, are you?”
Chiron didn’t reply at all. He turned and headed for the helicopter with a clenched fist. “Chiron, wait for me!”
