The Tribe of the Lost Elephant by Feath MacKirin A tattered, sun bleached journal is found blowing across the African plains. Only the last page is legible, a fragment of spidery handwriting… …It IS them! It's the legendary Tribe of the Lost Elephant. Rumored to live their entire lives on the back of a giant elephant, these tiny beings were fabled for their aggressive behavior and cannibalistic tendencies. I must not let them see me. There is a full village built upon the back of the mighty beast! I can see leaf huts and what looks like a large, communal cooking fire. No, I must get closer. Detail! I must have detail! Amazing! It looks as if the bare chested women are fishing over the elephant's side. What could they possibly be fishing for on these desolate, sandy plains? And what is that stuff I see dripping down the elephants flanks? Dare I get closer? I must! I am too close, I should back away -- the elephant is looking my way. But first, detail, or no one will believe me. They are tiny, no bigger than my foot, with strong white teeth that flash in the sun. They seem to be speaking in a dialect that I am not familiar with, with many sharp consonants, and quick, jerky hand slices. The women are fishing -- long lines hanging over the elephant's side, which they twitch occasionally. What are they doing? I will leave my book here, so as not to accidentally betray myself with a rustling noise. I'll go find out what they are dangling, and come back. I must be very quiet and not let them see me. I am so excited! They called me a failure – I'll show them all!