A lonely springbok tiptoes to the pond, only to find itself inside a
circling mass of six jackals. The springbok desperately tries to keep facing
the jackal in front, only to have the jackals behind snap at his hind legs.
Immediately, he spins around, facing the latest bite, only to be bitten again
from another direction. Each time the springbok turns, the jackal in front
backs off cowardly. For the next hour he jumps and turns, constantly being
tormented by jackals with eyes glowing a yellow-green. I find myself
disappointed with the jackals' progress in time for a line of silent elephants
to walk through the scene, temporarily breaking up the routine.
The elephants took long pulls of the water, dumping the contents of
their trunk into their mouths. The baby elephant, not more than four feet tall,
tried to mimic its mother, but without full understanding how to get effective
sips. The large bull of the herd stood silently, keeping a careful watch.
In the distant dark, the unmistakable shape of six giraffes patiently
waiting. Unfortunately for the shy giraffe, it seems that they will have to
wait all night...
