An excited hush fell over the audience inside the red-and-white circus tent.
It was May 2000 in St. Louis, Missouri, and finally everyone in the crowd would get their first glimpse of the famous performer they had come to see: Flora the elephant!
The massive creature lumbered into the ring. Next to her stood her caretaker, David Balding.
It was showtime.
Flora caught a flying bowling pin with her long, powerful trunk. She circled the ring with a clown perched on her back. Acrobats flew through the air above her towering body.
And then, after about two hours, she raised a red handkerchief with her trunk and bid the audience farewell.
The crowd roared.
And why wouldn’t they? To the untrained eye, a seemingly happy elephant had just given a spectacular performance. But a closer look might have revealed more—a faraway look in her eyes, a nervous swish of her whiplike tail.
To anyone who knew elephants, including Balding, it was clear: Something was wrong with Flora.
An excited hush fell over the audience inside a circus tent.
It was May 2000 in St. Louis, Missouri. Everyone in the crowd was waiting to see the famous performer: Flora the elephant! The massive creature lumbered into the ring. Her caretaker, David Balding, stood next to her.
It was showtime.
Flora caught a flying bowling pin with her long trunk. She circled the ring with a clown on her back. Acrobats flew through the air above her towering body.
After about two hours, she raised a red handkerchief with her trunk. She bid the audience farewell.
The crowd roared.
And why wouldn’t they? To the untrained eye, Flora seemed happy. But a closer look might have revealed more—a faraway look in her eyes, a nervous swish of her tail.
To anyone who knew elephants, including Balding, it was clear: Something was wrong with Flora.