The last time the baby elephant saw his friend, he was standing frozen on a floating wooden log on the river. There was heavy rain that made all the rivers of the jungle flood. His best buddy had no choice other than to clinch on the wooden log.
“Where could he have gone?” the baby asked her mother.
“He must be safe. The wooden log must have taken him to another place where he would live. Hopefully, we’ll meet him someday. We will search for him,” the elephant mother consoled.