She knew it was time. She separated herself from the rest of the herd and slowly, she moved towards the baobab tree that lay hidden behind the split rock. She turned this way and that way, trying to make herself comfortable on her four hooves. The painful sensation became more urgent. She stood, leaning her flank slightly against the tree. She could not shed tears, but her nose became wet. Suddenly, it slipped out. Its hide was slick with the love she had covered him in for all those months.
She turned around to look at her calf, and nudged him, once, twice. He would not budge. She looked at him awhile, then she turned to walk away, hoping he would somehow follow.