What could an elephant know about fairness? It's a human construct, an idea that balance operates on justice. There is no such rule or law in physics. An elephant only knows its life, and Sintha's six years had been hard. Cursed with a circus, from birth her only home, more like hell with clowns, one of the last to tour thru rapidly changing Punjab province. The typical routines of cruelty she had learned to tolerate came to a sharp and sudden point of horror one fateful morning, when a new trainer was assigned to Sintha. After a long hour of witless mishandling, whipping, and struggle, Sintha panicked and slammed the unqualified trainer to the ground, badly breaking his arm. Yes, the whip arm. For now, she's transferred to an animal compound out of town. It's horrid, horribly unfair, but Sintha is relieved, while her ultimate fate remains unknown.
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