By Krisy Hafford
I am the African Elephant.
I am big, but gentle.
I move like a lightning bolt, speeding through the grasslands.
My trunk sounds like a trumpet on a football field.
My sound can scare you from far, far away.
But, even though I sound so great, I still have one problem:
Man will kill me for my tusk!
I don't feel like that is right, to kill me for my tusk, do you?
I need you people to stop doing that!!
I charge at you because you kill me.
One thing that scares me:
I come out and I see men with guns...
People think that I am dangerous, but I'm not.
If you hurt me, I will be on the alert for you.
I will protect my babies from the gun~shattering thundering beasts.
I know you humans kill me for a reason, but it's not a very
good one.
Please don't kill me.
My children will grieve for me.
