Written for OLWG #421.
The prompts appear below.
This is my story.

Dara lived in a small Cambodian village with her parents who were always busy working in the sugar cane fields. There were very few children in her village and she spent much of her time off by herself. One day, while playing near the woods, Dara stumbled upon a wounded elephant lying on the ground. The poor creature was moaning; it had a deep gash on its leg and was obviously in pain. Dara rushed closer, her eyes wide with worry.
“Oh no, what has happened to you? ” she asked softly. The elephant looked at her with big, sad eyes and Dara felt a strong urge to help. She ran back to her village and told the people, but everyone was too scared of the large creature. “It’s dangerous,” they declared. But Dara couldn’t leave it to suffer. She gathered water in a bucket and went back to the elephant. As she cleaned its wound, the elephant watched her with gentle eyes. Dara knew she had to help it get better.
Day after day Dara visited the elephant, bringing fresh water and the softest leaves she could find. She spoke to it in a soothing voice, telling stories of her village and the people who lived there. At times the elephant seemed to understand, sometimes making a low rumble in response.
The wound slowly started to heal, but the elephant still couldn’t stand on its leg. Dara tried to help it up, but she was so little and the elephant was massive. Discouraged, she sat beside the elephant and cried. Dara was startled to feel a nudge against her back; when she turned her head for a look, she gasped. The elephant had managed to raise its trunk slightly and was giving Dara a comforting hug. She knew in her heart that this creature was very special.
Just then, Dara remembered her motherβs uncle who lived in the next village; he was old and blind now but he was a wise man who knew many things. As fast as she could, she ran to his hut and told him about the elephant. He listened patiently, nodding as Dara talked. When she was finished, the old man stood and reached for his cane. Dara watched in silence as her great-uncle walked back and forth from one side of his hut to the other, deep in thought. Finally he turned and smiled. “Sometimes,” he said, “the smallest person can make the biggest difference. You have already shown the elephant kindness. Now is the time for you to be clever.“
Daraβs great-uncle retrieved a book from a shelf and handed it to her; inside were formulas and instructions, including one showing how to create a mixture of herbs and mud to heal wounds. The old man also explained how to make a support for the elephant’s leg using strong branches and soft cloth.
With renewed determination, Dara continued her care of the elephant. She applied the herbal mixture, adjusted the support, and kept the elephant company. At last, one morning the elephant slowly rose to its feet. It took a few shaky steps, then stood tall, its eyes filled with gratitude. With careful steps, Dara helped the gentle giant return to its herd.
Watching from a distance as the elephant joined the fold, Dara now realized it was her calling in life to protect and care for all animals. She promised herself that somehow she would make that happen.
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Here are our prompts: 1) she wasnβt big enough to carry it; 2) now I have a new goal; 3) pacing my cage. We can use one prompt, two, all three or none at all. It doesnβt matter; we just need to be creative.
NARΒ©2025
#OLWG
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Just what I needed this morning, thanks for the happy story Nancy!π
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Oh great, Tiffany! I hope you’re having a veryhappy day!
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Great story! It has been an uplifting week in WP town. And I am enjoying it.
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Thanks! That is not my usual style but I figured I’d give it a go.
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I really do ππ
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A delightful story, Nancy, a lovely song too.
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So glad to know you enjoyed it, dear Keith
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Beautiful story, Nancy. So sweet. π
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Thanks so very much, Grace.
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My pleasure π
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Beautifully written and so heartwarming a tale, Nancy, β¦ I just wanted to go and help, β¦ any which way I could, β¦π«ππ«
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I felt the same way, Penn. I adore elephants!
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Nancy you brought tears to my eyes with this lovely story. It is so beautifully written and a touching story. The Ellie will never forget her π₯°β€οΈ
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No, she will remember Dara forever for staying by her side. Thanks so much, Christine. I loved writing this story.
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Ahh.
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Sometimes I worry about one-word comments. Not this one! Thanks very much, TN.
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I love this! I’m sure her path in life will be in saving animals.
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Me too, D. That would be my plan for her.
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Since you birthed her, you definitely have a say!
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A very sweet story, Nancy.
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Thank you, Jim. Did you happen to see the story online about the elephant who saved a gazelle from drowning in a watering hole. It was wonderful!
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I just watched it from your link, and it was really cool.
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Amazing!
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I agree with Dale’s lovely comment … Heartwarming Nancy …
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Thank you, dear Ivor. It really was a lovely comment. π₯°
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My pleasure, Nancy β¦ off to sleep now, after another frustrating day with my computer π₯οΈ π€¨
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Oh no! Sorry to know that!
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I swore at it a few times and startled Frankie πΆ
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Woof woof Grrrr! π€πΆ
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Woof, donβt frighten me πΆπ€¨
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Woof, heβs taking me for an afternoon walkie to make up his misdemeanour πΆ
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This is a beautiful story of love and discovery. Had a fable feeling to it.
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Mille grazie, cara mia! It was the prompt “she wasn’t big enough to carry it” that made me think of writing about an elephant. Since then, another WP friend wrote a beautiful poem about elephants and I saw online the video of an elephant saving a gazelle from drowning in a watering hole in Guatemala. It’s said things come in threes; maybe that really is true! π π©Ά
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Yes, I saw the prompt. I don’t know where you come up with stuff… and then yes! Things do come in threes! Beauty.
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It’s a blessing and a curse! π
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More blessing, I say!
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What a sweet, heartwarming story Nancy
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Thanks so much, dear Sadje. I was happy to write about the magnificent elephant!
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Yes, he is your moniker too π
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A lovely story, and a nice tune to accompany it π
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Thanks Clive. I enjoyed writing something a little different.
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It was beautiful, you did it very well.
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What a heartfelt tale, Nancy.
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Thanks, Fan! It was a little different style for me but I enjoyed writing it.
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Nancy you have created a beautiful and tender modern fable here . Very well done ππ
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Thanks, Willow! I’m so glad you enjoyed my story! π©Άπ
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