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But as we were driving away, Matt reminded me that he had suggested that I

change my watch. “Yes, Matt, you told me my watch was wrong and I moved it

ahead to coordinate with yours.”

“Look behind us,” he said. Cyndie and I turned around. There, at the Chipungo

tree, was a large bull elephant. Without the adjustment, it was 6 pm. The

Ambassador had arrived. I was stunned.

We had left early and missed our appointment because Matt, our guide, had

advised a time correction. And it was Matt who saw the Ambassador at our

meeting place at the agreed- upon time. Cyndie and I were already convinced of

the real if inexplicable connection with the Ambassador. But Matt, a ranger,

would need his own irrefutable proof. He got it. Once again, an elephant had

created a narrative that was incontrovertible, even by a skeptical guide.

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