George Orwell was hated by a large group of people because of his job. He was an easy target whenever it seemed safe so. Nobody wanted him there.
One day something interesting happened he got a call about an elephant that had gone wild. So he got on my pony with my 44 rifles. Which wouldn't be able to kill an elephant.
He started questioning the people where the elephant had gone. Some people said he had gone one direction and then others said he went another direction.
He started to think that the whole elephant story was made up. Until he heard a cry from afar. There was a naked women chasing a kid with a switch. Then when he went to go see and there was a dead guy laying there. Some people said that the elephant came around and stomped on him.
He came out with his gun and the Burmans were telling him where the elephant was and they said it was in the field. As he headed to the field all the Burmans were coming out and following him. He had no intention of killing the elephant the gun was for his own protection.
He saw the elephant and everyone was just staring at him and probably wondering what he was gonna do. He didn't even know what he was going to do. He didn't want to kill the elephant but he also didn't want to look weak in front of everyone else. He shot at it and he was paralyzed and could not move. The crowd was yelling. He ended up leaving and heard that it took the elephant a while to die.