The rattle of their appendages indicated crisis. The rolling thunder was sure to upset their leisured existence spaced across the Savannah. The Acacia trees, not known for the their fortified trunks, had heard it before, responded appropriately, essentially been there, done that. They eyed each other and the elder finally raised a branch just as the elephants came into view. All at the ready, they maintained their positions until the elephants made it through, then quickly moved. The poachers didn’t expect trees to band together for the sake of elephants, but the bending and stretching and long line of trees thwarted the gunners’ efforts. Success.