Walking in the wild: Close encounters in Mana Pools
30 April 2009
by Sally Wynn
Old Slit-Ear stood motionless in the deep shade of the mahogony tree with his trunk resting on the ground. He dozed. A deep, resonant snore arose from his massive bulk, mingled with that pungent, warm, bull elephant musk. After about five minutes he stirred, raised his trunk lazily upwards to rub an itchy patch above his ear, slid it down over...
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