lucky
I’ve heard the Jambo story many times. Stella says that humans found it odd that the huge silverback didn’t kill the boy.
Why, I wonder, was that so surprising? The boy was young, scared, alone.
He was, after all, just another great ape.
Bob nudges me with his cold nose. “Ivan,” he says, “why aren’t you and Stella in a zoo?”
I look at Stella. She looks at me. She smiles sadly with her eyes, just a little, the way only elephants can do.
“Just lucky, I guess,” she says.