The Sugarcane Adventure

The elephant loves sugarcane

The sun was high and bright, baking the sweet, grassy scent of the fields into the warm air. It was the perfect afternoon for a nap, which was exactly what the farmers were doing.

From behind the ridge, a pair of large, gray ears fanned the air. Step... step... step.

The elephant moved with surprising softness for someone who weighed as much as a boulder. Reaching the edge of the yellow path, he paused, blinking his dark eyes. There it was: the prize. Freshly cut stalks of sugarcane, stacked neatly and practically calling his name.

He didn't want to cause trouble, but the sweet crunch of the cane was simply irresistible. Keeping his head low and trying his absolute best to look like a very large, very out-of-place bush, he stretched his long, textured trunk toward the bottom of the pile.

Crunch. One stalk vanished. He closed his eyes in pure bliss, chewing as quietly as an elephant possibly could, already planning his getaway before the cloud in the sky could even drift past the sun.