“Get on,” said Paytre.
“Really?” Could hardly hold in the excitement I felt.
“He’s gentle and not skittish,” said Paytre, looking over his shoulder to be sure no one was watching. “Just climb up his front leg, grab the side of the halter, and hoist yourself up.” I did exactly as he commanded and arranged myself on Cecil’s back. “Hold on. Up Cecil.” Paytre gave him a gentle nudge. The huge elephant rose to his feet with me no more than an ant speck on the red blanket that surrounded his girth. I had no fear and slouched over to touch Cecil’s ear. He responded by lifting his trunk and sniffing my hair. It was instant attraction for me and the fellow in the gray wrinkled suit
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