Then, he heard it—a faint, desperate sound coming from somewhere. Paul’s body tensed, his instincts screaming danger. His eyes scanned the area, looking out for an ambush. The sound grew louder, and he braced himself. But what he saw next left him frozen in shock.
There, at the center of the clearing, was a large pit, the edges of it slick with mud. Struggling in the pit was a baby elephant, its legs flailing as it desperately tried to climb out. Paul’s stomach churned. This was clearly the work of poachers. The pit had been dug deliberately, a fake waterhole designed to trap elephants.