The sight filled him with a mix of rage and helplessness. The poor creature was stuck, and he could do nothing from this distance. Paul stepped closer to the edge of the pit, trying to assess the situation. The mud was deep and slick, making it almost impossible for the baby elephant to gain any traction. The walls of the pit were too steep to climb. Paul’s mind raced as he searched for any way to help, but he knew the task was beyond him.
The baby elephant’s cries grew more frantic as it struggled, its small body sinking further into the mud. Paul’s heart ached. He wanted to help—he had to help—but he was powerless. He wasn’t equipped for this kind of rescue. The muddy pit, the frantic animal, and his own limitations trapped him in helpless frustration.