text: I was so happy. I had been waiting for what felt like so long. But it was here. The weekend was finally here, and that meant that I got to go on another hunting trip. I woke up extra early and had a light breakfast that day. After that, I immediately flew my private jet straight to Africa. Everything was going according to plan so far, and my excitement was growing by the minute. I had rented a Jeep, and was busy packing equipment in the back. But then, something happened. I didn’t have time to react when something hard hit the back of my head, and I was knocked out. *** *Crazy dream.* I thought. Then I realized it wasn’t a dream, because I don’t sleep on the ground, I definitely don’t sleep inside a cave, and I was 100% sure that my house didn’t smell like shit. I tried to figure out where I was, but it was dark. I wasn’t even certain that this was a cave in the first place. Then I noticed there was something-- or someone, hiding in the shadowy depths of the cavern’s walls. I pulled out the flashlight that I had packed in my backpack, my eyes taking time to adjust to the bright light. The stranger crept out of his hiding place. The first thing I noticed about him was his nose. He had a really big nose. Big as fuck. It was long too. “Yo What’s wrong with your nose?” I blurted out. The stranger stood there in silence. I repeated my question, trying to hide the frustration in my voice. *Oh.* I thought to myself. “Oh”. I then said out loud. This wasn’t a man. It was an elephant. “Are you an elephant?” I asked, just to be sure. The animal blinked. “What do you think?” He was an elephant. I knew it! This was probably only the sixth time I had ever seen an elephant in my entire life. I was obviously very excited. The creature took a seat, not letting go of the gun he held in his hands. “Unbelievable. Bruh you still can’t recognize me?” The elephant had asked. He seemed to believe that we’ve met before, but he didn’t really look familiar. I noticed something wet run down his cheeks. Then I pointed out how cool it was that his eyes can shoot water. I never knew elephants could do that. The animal didn’t reply. We stared at each other for a couple more minutes, the elephant‘s eyes dispensing even more water now. I wondered how an elephant could possibly die of thirst. Taking a deep, fragile breath, my new friend finally decided to speak. “Those-- those are tears.” His voice was shaky. I had a feeling he was sad. “How do you not remember?” The elephants voice was starting to sound more angry and less hurt. “You murdered my wife!” I had no clue what this guy was talking about. I’m not the best at dealing with people’s emotions. “It really do be like that sometimes” I exclaimed in an attempt to soothe the aching creature. Before I could say so much as another word, the elephant cocked his gun,and pulled the trigger. After that, I died.