Lonely Trumpets

Lately, I've been watching over a baby elephant nearby. I'm certain it's been separated from its mother... There's a deep wound upon its neck, and it needs medicine morning and night—but I'm bound to duty here for a while. Could you seek out the little elephant and tend its wound? It's gentle, so it should give you no trouble... Please, help it.

Every young beast parted from its parents carries that lost look in its eyes...

Wouldn't leave your side, would it? Haha... It's still only a baby, so full of affection. Yet I worry it may be hurt again, not knowing how cruel the world can be. I only pray it grows up strong and healthy. Each morning, my thoughts turn first to my parents, and now, to that little elephant as well.