Life in the small town nestled between a valley was quaint, simple even. Surrounded by rolling trees, thick woods, and the crisp, fresh air that carried with it the faint scent of pine, a lone truck made its way through the winding roads into the cozy settlement.

Sitting by the quaint cafe on the main street was Samir. The recluse is an oddball elephant who is often seen doodling on his tablet but never shows his output to anyone. His massive frame was hunched over, his rump digging into the tiny seat as he scribbled away with the small pen in his hands.

The pachyderm's prehensile trunk reached for the cup of coffee on the table, which he lifted to his open hand to sip momentarily while engrossed in his hobby. With a soft sigh, he leaned his hulking body backward with his arms behind his back. Samir's shirt hiked up, exposing the lower portion of his round, gray belly riddled with fuzzy black hair.