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We all know about Lil Red Riding Hood and her trip to see Grandma, but we don’t know the story of Grandma…this is that story.

In her heyday Grandma ran an extremely effective anti poaching group. Now she may refer to it as being an animal equality specialist, seeing how none of the animals could speak for themselves, but it’s really a matter of semantics.

How did Grandma get into the business you ask? Well it all started when she was a young girl and heard the circus was coming to town. At first she was overjoyed that she could see all the wonderful animals in the circus, lions and tigers and bears oh my, yes she was thrilled at the thought. As opening day fast approached she just couldn’t help but sneak out to the edge of town and see if she could get a glimpse.

Now the circus had set up in a clearing on the other side of the forest, not too far away from town but not close enough to be able to hear the animals in town either. The closer Grandma got to the edge of the forest the more alive the field seemed to get with sounds of animals. Not wanting to be seen watching, she quietly walked to the edge and hid behind a few large trees.

Suddenly she heard the roar of a big cat and goosebumps run up her arms forcing a huge grin on her face. Soon her heard another cat seemingly respond to the first and then what seemed to be a chorus of animals as most of the circus animals joined in. Last, but certainly not least, she heard a tiny trumpet of an elephant, something she had been waiting such a long time to hear and see. Even though all should could do was hear the animals she knew it wouldn’t be long before she could actually see them and so she skipped home to await the grand opening.

On opening day she raced to see the animals she heard previously heard. There was the lion, and the tiger and even the bear oh yes….. but where was the elephant?

She looked and looked but it was nowhere to be seen but yet she could faintly hear it. Dashing back into the circus camp, where the sound seemed to be coming from, darting in between tents and avoiding performers slowly she followed what seemed to be muffled sounds or the elephant.

Rounding the corner she saw it, the cutest most adorable animal she had ever seen, an elephant. She stood in awe and amazement trying to see everything about it all at once.

Those big ears, that long nose, those thick strong legs to support it’s weight, wait, what was that she saw? The elephant’s leg was chained so it couldn’t move far. In fact all it could really do was stand and maybe lie down.

Quickly her awe and amazement turned to shock and anger, that anyone would treat such a wonderful animal this way.
She knew, then and there, something had to be done, the trumpet she had heard wasn’t one of joy and happiness but sorrow and sadness. Before she could do anything she heard some people coming so she quickly whispers “I’ll be back” and heads back to the main circus area.

Everyday she sneaks back to the area and tries to figure out how to free the elephant, and more importantly how not to get caught doing it. She knows it’ll have to be done at night so she makes a black cloak to help conceal her in the darkness. She knows she’ll have to break the restraints too, but she’s not sure she can do it all at once.

Her plan is simple, well simple sounding , sneak in every night and slowly work on filing away at the restraints until it’s weak enough to break. Every night she gets closer and closer to breaking the elephant free, and every night she feels like she’s getting closer and closer to being caught.

On the last night the circus is in town she knows it has to be now or never……risking it all she brings a hammer and chisel with her …clank; she stops, looks and listens. Nothing yet, clank…clank…clank…. snappp.
She falls back as the restraints break free and the elephant looks at her. Shu she tells him, go on, you’re free, go.

It seems he didn’t need to be told twice, and with that he slowly stomps off into the forest. Watching him disappear she realizes she needs to do the same or she’ll be the one in chains. Gathering up her tools and pulling up the hood on her black cloak, she quickly and quietly slips into the woods and back home.

Ever since that day Grandma has been an animal equality specialist.


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