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While on holiday in the Forest of Fog and walking through the bush, Nye the druid comes across an elephant standing with one leg raised in the air. The elephant seems distressed so Nye approaches very carefully. He gets down on one knee and inspects the bottom of the elephant's foot only to find a large thorn deeply embedded.

As carefully and as gently as he can he removes the thorn and the elephant gingerly puts its foot down. The elephant turns to face the good intentioned druid and with a rather stern look on its face, stares at him. For a good ten minutes Nye stands frozen - thinking of nothing else but being trampled. His druidic empathy is working overtime to calm the great beast in it's pain. Eventually the elephant turns and walks away.

For years after, Nye often remembers and ponders the events of that day. Years later he is walking through the Forest of Fog with his son. As they approach the area where the elephants hang out, he spots one of the majestic beasts who turns and walks over to where they are standing. It stares at him and Nye can't help but wonder if this is the same elephant.

Nye holds out his hand non-threateningly and makes his way towards the great and noble beast. He walks right up to the elephant and stares back in wonder. Suddenly the elephant wraps its trunk around one of his legs and swings him wildly back and forth between the trees, instantly killing him.

Probably wasn't the same elephant.