Sweat danced on his brow as he worked as quickly as he could. The saw went back and forth, back and forth. The heat beat down and the sweat danced some more. He was easily the most skilled carpenter and those standing nearby marvelled, admiring his work and watching the saw go back and forth, back and forth. The carving ceased temporarily. The man listened for the warning call. Soon they’d have to flee. Nearly there. Back and forth. The heat beat down. The sweat danced. And a baby elephant watched its mother lying on the ground, hacked, bloodied, robbed.