El marrón de la sabana era adornado por el arcoíris que dibujaban los animales pastando. Mientas tanto, él, se agachó con la escopeta lista. Montó el dedo en el disparador y el martillo estaba a punto de explotar el cartucho. Esperó que alguna nube cubriera el inclemente sol. "No se escapará" se dijo, mientras ajustaba su respiración a la distancia de su presa. Inhalaba y exhalaba para calibrar todo.
Cuando iba a disparar, una brisa levantó un haz de polvo que lo obligó a cubrirse los ojos, al abrirlos notó que había quedado solo. Todos los animales se habían ido. Sin levantarse, tomó sus binoculares y revisó sus alrededores. Soltó la escopeta y se puso de pie. Sacó el cuenco y bebió agua.
De pronto una brisa caliente le erizó la piel. Quedó paralizado. No pudo moverse y el cuenco mojó sus pies. Sentía una extraña presencia en su espalda. Cerró los ojos tratando de recobrar fuerzas, cuando logró girarse vio dos grandes ojos en los cuales se vio reflejado. Tomó la escopeta y se dispuso a disparar. El elefante levantó la trompa como señalando, giró y caminó dándole la espalda.
Apuntó con la escopeta, pero no tuvo fuerzas para disparar y sintiendo la necesidad de ir tras el elefante, se puso a caminar. Llegó a un paraje donde una elefanta estaba de pie, flexionando las patas traseras, dos elefantas estaban al lado acariciándola con la trompa. Miró con expectación y se dio cuenta de que estaba tratando de parir.
Se acercó, observó y mirando a los lados, sacó su cuchillo e hizo dos cortes. Acto seguido la elefanta pujó saliendo la cría. Todos los elefantes baritaron y la sabana se llenó de un olor a fiesta, parecía que la creación estaba exultante de alegría. El elefante se acercó y con su trompa acarició al cazador. Las nubes comenzaron a danzar, los árboles susurraban paz y el cazador decidió alejarse volviendo a su casa.
Conversion
The brown of the savannah was adorned by the rainbow of grazing animals. Meanwhile, he crouched down with the shotgun at the ready. He mounted his finger on the trigger and the hammer was about to explode the cartridge. He waited for some cloud to cover the inclement sun. "He won't get away," he said to himself, as he adjusted his breathing to the distance of his prey. He inhaled and exhaled to calibrate everything.
Just as he was about to shoot, a breeze kicked up a beam of dust that forced him to cover his eyes, when he opened them he noticed that he had been left alone. All the animals were gone. Without getting up, he took his binoculars and checked his surroundings. He dropped the shotgun and stood up. He took out the bowl and drank some water.
Suddenly a hot breeze ruffled his skin. He was paralyzed. He could not move and the bowl soaked his feet. He felt a strange presence on his back. He closed his eyes trying to regain his strength, when he managed to turn around he saw two big eyes in which he saw himself reflected. He picked up the shotgun and prepared to shoot. The elephant raised its trunk as if pointing, turned and walked with its back to him.
He took aim with the shotgun, but did not have the strength to shoot and, feeling the need to go after the elephant, he began to walk. He came to a spot where an elephant was standing, flexing her hind legs, two female elephants were beside her, caressing her with their trunks. He looked expectantly and realized that she was trying to give birth.
He approached, observed and, looking to the side, took out his knife and made two cuts. The elephant then pushed the calf out. All the elephants barked and the savannah was filled with a festive smell, it seemed that the creation was exultant with joy. The elephant approached and with his trunk caressed the hunter. The clouds began to dance, the trees whispered peace and the hunter decided to walk away, returning home.
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