children
Once I asked Stella if she’d ever had any babies.
She shook her head. “I never had the opportunity.”
“You would have made a great mother,” I told her.
“Thank you, Ivan,” Stella said, clearly pleased. “I like to think so. Having young ones is a big responsibility. You have to teach them how to take mud baths, of course, and emphasize the importance of fiber in their diet.” She looked away, contemplating.
Elephants are excellent at contemplating.
“I think the hardest part of being a parent,” Stella added after a while, “would be keeping your babies safe from harm. Protecting them.”
“The way silverbacks do in the jungle,” I said.
“Exactly.” Stella nodded.
“You would have been good at protecting, too,” I said confidently.
“I’m not so sure,” Stella said, gazing at the iron bars surrounding her. “I’m not sure at all.”