At Your Service
Oh. Holy. Yikes.
Pygmy elephants sound like they’d be adorable, but when they look ready to charge at you? Mmm . . . not so much.
I crouch low in the tall African grasses, the stalks tickling my bare calves below my skirt, and try to hold as still as possible. News flash: not super easy in heels. Even the really short kind, which is all Dad lets me wear. The narrow beam from my flashlight wobbles, and I have to clamp one hand on top of the other to steady it.