They rode through the forest on an elephant, hunting tigers.
"It would be easier to hunt an elephant," the Balwan mahout suggested. "Since it is right here."
"We don't want an elephant. We want a tiger."
"We could adjust our expectations."
"We do not adjust," the other man said, looking down his nose.
"Look! There's a tiger."
"That's another elephant."
"No, I assure you --"
"It is large and grey and it has a trunk. That is an elephant."
"But it has the soul of a tiger."
"You're just lazy."
The elephant leapt towards him. It snapped his neck with its front feet and then carried him up a tree to devour at its leisure.
The Balwan shouted after him --
"The soul of a tiger, sir! The soul of a tiger!"
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