Oh no. They are taking me away.
I tried to save my friends. The bad men are the ones who need to be taken away.
Violet takes off my howdah, unloads the backpacks. Police officers are telling her that she can make a choice: let them decide where I go, or she can make a choice.
“The sanctuary in Tampa,” she says in between weeping.
Lily and Henry Jack are sobbing, too. Even the officers look sad.
“We are just doing our job, ma’am,” one of them says to Violet. He pats her awkwardly on the back. “The elephant could be dangerous. After all, she did pin a man to the ground.”
I am not dangerous!
Trullia goes inside, slams the door.
“What’s going on?” calls Mary across the yard.
Nobody answers. They are crying too hard.
If Bill were here, he would tell them. If Bill were here, everything would be okay.