The ground looked to be miles down, and here people were threatening to push my off.

"Maybe we should have you go face-first," a boy sneered, "so we could here your skull crack open."

"Or," another boy suggested, "she could go feet-first so we could watch her knees fold under her weakly."

"Raise your hand if you want face-first," the first boy said.

Three thirds of the people raised their hand.

"I win," the first boy said in satisfaction. He made a grab for my arm, but I jumped away.

"You touch me and I kill you," I snarled.

The boy's icy blue eyes glittered with crude amusement. "You're outnumbered, idiot," he hissed.

I raised my head. "You kidnapped me, just to see me fall off a cliff? I did not think you were so stupid."

The boy did not try to grab my again, but he kept pushing me along the narrow trail, constantly muttering into my ear, "You deserve to JUMP off that cliff, you worthless piece of filth."

The sixth time he said it, I socked him in the stomach. He gasped and doubled back, murder written on his face. He ran towards me, but again I stealthily leaped out of his way onto a rock.

"I hate you," the boy informed me.

I shrugged. "If that's the best thing you can come up with, I feel sorry for you."

The boy's eyes flashed, and he pulled me down from the rock. He brought his face so close to mine I could smell his putrid breath. "Try and do any more fancy tricks again, you'll be sorry," he growled.

I shrugged a second time. "You would not kill me, as I said before. You're too much of a coward, and your mother ordered you not to. Another reason why you are a coward. You will always obey your mommy." The last sentence I made taunting, just to see the boy boil up with anger.

"How do you know about my mom?" He demanded.

"I have ears," I said sharply. "You and your sorry friends always talk about your mom. The other night, you were saying, 'You know, I would kill her right now if I could.' But then your friend--the one who offered me to go feet-first--said, 'But your mom told you not to, and you would not disobey her, would you?' And you said, 'Of course not, Mom would kill me if-'

The boy's face was now red with fury and embarrassment. "Shut up," he shouted, and slapped me.

It stung, and tears came to my eyes, but I did not let them fall. "Only cowards hit girls," I sneered, and added for good measure in a babyish voice, "Yes, weak little girls who got kidnapped by big strong men--how could I hurt you?"

"IDIOT!" The boy screamed, and then ordered the second boy, "Bring on the elephant?"

Some of my courage drained from my body. "Elephant?" I asked, half-amused, half-scared.

"Yep," the boy said. "We use her to hurt our enemies, especially if we are not allowed to kill them."

I was not scared at all now. I worked with my mom at an elephant sanctuary, and I had a "way with elephants" as my mom liked to put it.

I smiled. "Okay. Let me meet this elephant."

The boy looked confused, but thew up his hands toward a large elephant lumbering toward us. "This is Killer!" He said proudly.

At first, this elephant Killer seemed aggressive. But I reached out and gently stroked her trunk, and the elephant rumbled happily.

"Not a killer after all," I told the boy, who looked furious.

The second boy took out a bull hook and started whacking the elephant with it. "Go! Now!" He screamed.

The elephant brung her foot up and let it stumpy down on the second boy's foot. He howled in pain, cursed, and limped away.

The other boy glared at the elephant and then at me. "You know what? I don't care!" He yelled, stomping after the second boy.

I reached out to touch the elephant's trunk again, and murmured, "We can get through this together."

The elephant's wise eyes seemed to say, "I know," and we continued along the trail together.

Hej.

My name is R.

Just R.

I was born Denmark, I now live in Africa, I'm a girl of eleven, I have raven-black hair, I have silver eyes, I have ivory skin, I'm 5'2''.

That is all you need to know.

Oh, wait, there's something else.

Come here, Elle.

There, good girl.

She's an elephant. That's partly why I named her "Elle", from "Ele".

I adore her. She's my best friend, servant, mother, vehicle, protector, confidant, and the other part of my soul.

It's hard to imagine life without Elle.

In fact, I would not be alive without Elle.

She saved my life when I was taken on my natal day from the country I was born, saved me from the lions that tried to take me for dinner, saved me from a painful, gory death before I even started to live, though she didn't save me from killing lions with my bare hands.

I owe her so much.

In return for her saving me and raising me on her own milk, I saved her from the hunters who wanted her skin, saved her from the guns that tore through the air, saved her from horrendous, corrupted humanity, though I couldn't save her from chipping her tusk on barbed wire.

We live in a peaceful silence, communicating by actions. Sometimes I sing to her, or talk to her. Elle nods and sways her tail and trunk, showing that she understands.

I'm a cold, silent girl who feels comfortable with a knife in my hands and lion blood on my lips.

But I can love, too, even if that love isn't human.

Elle.

My dear elephant.

Come, Elle.

"You're back," I whisper as the elephant trudges into the room, his tusks covered in blood as was his trunk.

He settles a dead deer in front of me as I go and embrace him, not caring about the blood.

"I was hungry," I say, my eyes wide as I begin to pick at the deer with my bare hands.

In a few minutes, the deer is completely gone.

"Thank you, elephant, but I'm still hungry," I say, my face and hands bloodied from the deer.

"I'm super hungry still, I don't think I could live without you," I say, stepping closer to the elephant, who tilts his head.

I hug his trunk and then take a bite.

"Come on!" Shelly cried. She was sitting atop a sleeping elephant. The elephant's name was Toby. She banged her hands on his back, throwing a tantrum.

"Toby! Why don't you wake up?!"

Toby and Shelly had been best friends for as long as she can remember. They did everything together. They went on road trips, had sleep overs, and she told him everything.

She was still crying as her mother ran in the room, her face covered in fear for about five seconds before she realized what was going on. Deborah sighed and looked at her daughter laying on the huge stuffed elephant. "Shelly, let Toby sleep. He's tired."

She moved her little girl over onto the bed and put her under the covers. She tucked her in as well as Toby as she'd done so many nights before. She read them a story and sang a lullaby.

She looked at her daughter fast asleep cuddling her best friend. She walked out and thought about when they bought Toby at the toy store. They came home and the look on Shelly's face was priceless.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything of this story, only Clarissa. The rights are reserved for A. A. Milne, this is a fanfic and the first thing that came to mind.

There was a girl. She had often heard stories of her father as a child, she always loved the imagination he had. She was seven years old and one day she found a book in their library. It was titled 'The Hundred Acre Woods'. Her face lit up and she was indeed excited, she grabbed the book and ran to her room. There she began reading. And there she was transported to The Hundred Acre Woods.

Clarissa looked around herself and she wasn't in her room anymore. She was somewhere else. She walked around and then she heard something familiar.

"Oh bother. I seem to be out of honey." She giggled as she recognized who it was.

"Pooh Bear!!" She shouted and ran towards them. She didn't know how, but she recalled having played with him many times. He looked up and saw the little girl run towards him.

"Why hello, Clarissa. How are you?"

"I'm fine Pooh, I heard you're out of honey. Did you ask Rabbit?" She hugged him tightly.

"No. I have not. I will do that."

"Bye Pooh!"

"Farewell." She then continued wandering and saw Lumpy the Heffalump playing with Roo.

"Lumpy!! Roo!!" Clarissa called out as she made her way to them.

"Clarissa! Long time no see." Roo smiled and hugged her.

"Wanna play with us?" Lumpy asked.

"Absolutely!" They then began to play Tag.

Time passes and she was getting tired. She had said her goodbyes and left. Then the girl appeared back in her room and her father was sitting on her overstuffed chair.

"Daddy!! You wouldn't believed what happened! I saw Pooh and he ran out of honey again and then I played with Lumpy and Roo!" She smiled and climbed into her father lab.