It would be a shame, if I started this story with: "Once upon a time..." because that's for fairy tales. And reality is not a fairy tale.

And yet, a bull and an elephant fall in love. How? You may ask. Now, if I were to tell you the whole story at once, for what purpose is it right under your nose? So, let's begin.

On a warm summer night, a bull shook the stony ground of the narrow pathway, making its way trough the low branches of the woods spreading out to both sides of the road. He was scared, yet loaded with anger and energy. He could have easily ran a mile if he wanted to. But what for? In the end, he would have stopped in the middle of nowhere, not knowing in which part of the city he was. Then, after a while, he would find his way back to the woods, but it would take him hours. And yet, he needed to get that energy out of him. That tingling sensation that bothered him. He was on high alert for the slightest move at the corner of his eye and he would run without looking back.

He would be irritated afterwards and would want to ram his horns into a tree. Then, he would calm down and sleep peacefully. This was him. The confused bull.

He was pulled out of his thoughts, as a call erupted from the trees and his body came to a halt. Waiting, for the call to reach his ears again, he stood there, quietly, trying to hear a sound other than the owls.

Nothing. Just like the sound had come, it had vanished again. The bull stomped the white stones in frustration. Why had this call feel so right to him? It was an elephant after all.

And yet again, frustration exploded in him. He turned and ran into the nearest tree and cried out. His call echoed and he stood there the energy draining out of his body, while panting heavily. For a moment, everything was still, even the owls didn't make any sound. It was like the time had dropped, just for them to meet, to look into the eyes of the two lovers.

The bull found himself staring into the tiny eyes of the huge grey elephant, as it reached out to touch the bull. He followed the trunk of the elephant brushing against his brown fur. Another tingling sensation shot trough his body. Not in an angry way. This time, it was soft like cotton and powerful like an explosion.

The elephant reached out from the fog surrounding them, hugging the bull. Her warm scent made him smile, as the bull felt weak in the arms of the woman. He didn't know how he got into the middle of the woods, but in the arms of a loving, happy woman, his shattered, messy personality was complete.