“So all’s you do is clap three times like this,” Ungulen explained. After he clapped, the three depressed elephants obediently stood in a line.
“And now, one clap two clap three clap four,” he demonstrated the pattern and the elephants began a lackluster two step in amazing syncopation.
“Where’s the insane one?” asked Violet.
“At pasture so you can rehearse in peace. I’ll bring him back later,” said Ungulen.
Violet turned her attention back to her elephant pupils who were still rolling along in a miserable two step.
“They look sad,” she said.
“Well wouldn’t you be? Cooped up all day in a pen, dancing for treats, nothing but a bunch of strangers around ya?”
Violet, a veteran dancer of the circus, didn’t know how to answer that. Instead she clapped a new pattern which the elephants picked up right away. They began a sweet little shimmy back and forth.
“Huh,” Violet said.
“Look at you. A real natural. I’ll leave you to it then.” And with that, Ungulen took off to attend to something different.
Violet whistled for the elephants to stop. They came to a stulting halt, bumping one another in mild confusion. Violet stepped towards the pen and reached out a friendly palm towards them. One of the sows locked her arm in a nose-hug.
“Well hello. I’m Violet. What are your names?” The elephants crowded her.
“I’ll bet,” she waggled her eyebrows, “you’d all like some jam.”