His was a meticulous plan; he had tracked out their movements, and knew that they would take this path. He dug a big muddy hole right in the middle, of the small path, and camouflaged it well. He waited for twilight, knowing that the minute his prey came this way, at least one of them would fall in.
The Forest Officials had been hoodwinked easily by him. They thought he was some film maker who had come there to capture the elephant’s life. They had made him sign some non Risk agreement that said they were not responsible for anything that happened to him. He had scoffed while signing the documents.
Soon it was evening and the elephants came by and walked passed. He waited for one of them to fall in, imagining all the money he would get by getting ivory from even one of these giant animals. He had managed to sneak some people in and they were ready to collect the loot at his signal.
When not even one animal got trapped, Stephen went to check on his ditch and in a vicious game of fate he fell into it. As he waited for rescue to come he wondered whether his poaching career would come to an end with his liberation.