The elephants continue to slam against the fortifications. So far the ramparts are holding, but for how much longer? When one of the massive beasts tires, he is quickly replaced by one, or sometimes two, eager young bulls who throw themselves against the gates, the walls, intent on smashing their way through to the interior where the few of us survivors can only hope for a miracle before they break through, find us, and each our heads in against the earth. We were wrong to treat them like dumb animals, suitable only for labor. Now that we are totally reliant on them to survive, it seems fitting to me that they should also be the instruments of our deaths.