Okay, a story for the stick in the mud then....*bg*

She did not know that walking into the ring that night would be her death sentence. Swaying to the music of the calliope, she danced. When the stranger held the treat for her, she took it into her mouth. The lit end of the cigar burned her most tender flesh. Inside, pale and soft, she was hurting. She grabbed the stranger in her trunk and threw him to the ground in her pained fury. She hardly remembered the incident, elephants are supposed to remember everything, as they fed her the cyanide laced carrots and took her for her last walk.