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In 1986, Peter Davies was on holiday in Kenya after graduating from Northwestern University.�

On a hike through the bush, he came across a young bull elephant standing with one leg raised in the air.� The elephant seemed distressed, so Peter approached it very carefully.�

He got down on one knee, inspected the elephant's foot, and found a large piece of wood deeply embedded in it.� As carefully and as gently as he could, Peter worked the wood out with his hunting knife, after which the elephant gingerly put down its foot.� The elephant turned to face the man, and with a rather curious look on its face, stared at him for several tense moments.� Peter stood frozen, thinking of nothing else but being trampled.� Eventually the elephant trumpeted loudly, turned, and walked away.� Peter never forgot that elephant or the events of that day.�

Twenty years later, Peter was walking through the Chicago Zoo with his teenaged son.� As they approached the elephant enclosure, one of the creatures turned and walked over to near where Peter and his son Cameron were standing.� The large bull elephant stared at Peter, lifted its front foot off the ground, and then put it down.� The elephant did that several times then trumpeted loudly, all the while staring at the man.�

Remembering the encounter in 1986, Peter couldn't help wondering if this was the same elephant.� Peter summoned up his courage, climbed over the railing, and made his way into the enclosure.� He walked right up to the elephant, who stared back in wonder.� The elephant trumpeted again, wrapped its trunk around one of Peter legs, and slammed his stupid ass against the railing, killing him instantly.

Probably wasn't the same elephant.