Salvador Dali Argus

Salvador Dali ArgusJohannes Vermeer The Little StreetJohannes Vermeer Mistress and Maid
And they were looking for her.
One of them had spotted the seedpod she had taken out of the grove, and he trundled off the road toward it. When he reached it, he lifted it onto an edge with his trunk and rolled it over to his companions.
They gathered around She stepped out of the shelter of the roots and faced them directly. She held out her hands, realizing that such a gesture might mean nothing to creatures with no hands themselves. Still, it was all she could do. Picking up her rucksack, she walked across the grass and stepped onto the road.
Close up, not five steps away, she could see much more about their appearance, but her attention was held by something lively and aware in their gaze, by an the pod and touched it delicately with those powerful, flexible trunks, and she found herself interpreting the soft chirrups and clicks and hoots they were making as expressions of disapproval. Someone had tampered with this: it was wrong.Then she thought: I came here for a purpose, although I don't understand it yet. Be bold. Take the initiative. So she stood up and very self-consciously called:"Over here. This is where I am. I looked at your seedpod. I'm sorry. Please don't harm me."Instantly their heads snapped around, trunks held out, glittering eyes facing forward. Their ears had all flicked upright.