AnElephantCant be a human
He is glad to be AnAnimal of course
But he is not a gnu
Or a cute kangaroo
And his ears are too big for a hedgehog or a horse
This is a weekly invitation to write a short piece of fiction (c. 150 words) based on a photo prompt (below) provided by Alastair.
Just click on the link to see some exciting equine epics in response to this week’s excellent prompt.
But please first cast an eye over AnElephant’s nagging narrative.
Ah, the charges I have led.
And the warriors I have carried.
All the greats of my regiment for almost a decade.
I was the most powerful charger of my time, which is why the great fighters sat astride me.
I bulldozed the puny enemy aside, leaving my man to skewer their riders with mighty thrusts of his Cavalry sword.
My ancestors routed thousands of the enemy, in battles across Europe, and as far as the Middle East.
I am very aware of my place in history, for my great-something-grandfather was at Balaclava in 1854.
He, of course, led the heavy cavalry, so was not involved in that monumental disaster.
Do you know that the Light Brigade lost over 300 horses that day, due to the stupidity and arrogance of their generals?
And so I led us into the Battle of Cambrai, in 1917.
Things were different by then.
This was the first ever great tank battle.
We were becoming obsolete in warfare.
I certainly was, after that shell exploded.
But I was held in such high honour that they brought me home.
And stuck my head up on this wall.