Dr. Ndaba took a look at the tools in his bag and then took out a thick rope. He tied one end securely to the jeep, his movements precise and urgent. Together, they decided to drive back to the clearing, time ticking away.
The cries of the baby elephant spurred them on. Reaching the clearing, Paul didn’t hesitate. With the ropes in hand, he jumped into the muddy pit, his feet sinking deep into the thick muck. The baby elephant’s cries grew louder as it struggled, its small body trapped by the slick mud.