There was rustling in the bushes. This sudden, unnerving sound in the dead silence of midnight woke the photographer. The open, diverse landscape of the savannah harshly provides an innumerable amount of species the tools for survival. Being out in the open with all of the possible avenues of death left the photographer mortified. The photographer was as still as a rock in a landslide, from his head to his toes he was nervously rattling like it was a cold winter’s day. However, the photographer would remain focused on the nearby loud, brown-tinted piece of bush. It was almost as if this bush was taunting him.
The photographer was dedicated to attempting to gather information on a rare species of elephant. According to estimates from various databases of animal population, the numbers of this species were sparse, with numbers running less than 1000 elephants. These elephants are the size of mountains and are easily placed among the largest land mammals on the surface of the planet.
Becoming very tense, the photographer speedily adjusted for a vicious, fatal attack; bracing for the unknown horror that could result. Wouldn’t you do the same in this scenario?
It was only an hour later when he realized that he was within the confines of his ironclad, well-built vehicle, and after various ineffective attempts of comfort from his accompaniment that he became more at ease.
More rustling. However, this time it was different. While being only minutes after settling with the previous, this rustling is overshadowed by a galvanizing sound of thundering footsteps, echoing throughout the chasms of the surrounding, dark savannah. African Bush Elephants, as far as the eye can see. These elephants were as massive as mountains, as beautiful as a butterfly, and exactly what this weary, tired photographer needed.
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