The heat was wretched, of the most worst and possible quality. It became unforgiving that summer afternoon, the sun was clearly merciless and the wind decided not to cooperate. Momma Pachyderm's stance was protective, providing shade to her most precious asset. The little ones of course remained unscathed and pristine, both wanting to bounce and prance about. Perilous situations were not a concern; they just contemplated in having lively, boisterous fun; to behave in a high-spirited, festive manner, as every child wishes to do, I believe it's their right. Foreshadowing thoughts of demise did not enter them, as it was Momma Pachyderm's duty to provide safekeeping, removing any form of turbulence and agitating conditions.
"Wouldn't it be magnificent, if every woman that has bared a child shared Momma Pachyderm's same concept? If an animal is willing and able, why can't humankind do the same? We are not instinctual, but logical."