Mammoth

She stayed a while to be sure no conflicts would erupt. Elephants were social animals and could be temperamental about dominance, which they worked out as nicely as the U.S. Senate, but it was mostly the males who were trouble. Females tended to establish the pecking order peacefully. She expected Petunia-tu to fit into her growing herd easily enough.

Outside, as she was closing the door to the warehouse, the truck was pulling away. As it left it revealed the other, more mysterious half of Howard Christian's mammoth obsession, that Matthew Wright fellow she hadn't spoken to more than half a dozen times since his first day at the project when she had given him the short course in artificial insemination. He was sitting at a wrought-iron table Christian had had installed in the parking lot behind the warehouse, next to the ten-foot security fence that hid the whole installation from prying eyes. He was under a big canvas umbrella that seemed a good idea with his pale complexion; the merciless summer sun would no doubt broil him like a lobster in about five minutes. He had spread the wrapper of a huge Subway sandwich on the table and was watching her as he ate it. He gestured toward the closed door with the hand holding the sandwich.

The other might have been the Martyr's father. There was a family resemblance in the withered ruins of this old man who, once or twice a week, took his son's place, sitting in a lawn chair of nylon webbing and holding the same sign. He had a case of dowager's hump so bad he couldn't lift his head above the level of his shoulders, and his jowls sagged far below the level of his jaws. She called him Droopy.

The sign they carried read, STOP GODLESS CLONING, NO FRANKENSTEIN ANIMALS. CALL OR WRITE YOUR CONGRESSMAN.

She would have found it a lot easier to ignore them if there hadn't been a tiny bit of doubt in her own mind as to the morality of what she was doing. She was no technological alarmist and hardly religious at all, but sometimes at night she lay awake and wondered if she had the right to pull such a trick... such a stunt, on i

She wondered what Matt Wright thought about it. Even more to the point, she wondered just what it was he was doing in his sealed-off half of the building. Breeding and keeping elephants, that took some space. What could Wright be up to that took just as much space? Did it have to do with mammoths, too?

She'd never figured out how to ask him.

Now he was gesturing at his sandwich.

"Could I interest you in an Italian bomber with all the trimmings?" he asked.

"No, thanks." She took off her hat and wiped her brow. "But I'd like a sip of that soda if you don't mind."

"I can do better than that." He opened a small blue six-pack cooler and took out an eight-ounce stubby glass bottle of Coke, twisted off the top. A little foamed over the side, and tiny bits of ice clung to it. Not much else in the world looked quite that good on a scorching day, except maybe a beer, which she wouldn't drink until almost sundown. She took it gratefully and drained a third, then sat at the table with him.

"They're okay cold."

"So how many female elephants do you have in there now?" he asked.

"Cows. Female elephants are cows. And Petunia-tu is the fifth."

"And all of them are... I mean, except Petunia-tu..."

"Pregnant?" She shook her head. "Just Queenie and the second one, Mabel."

"And I guess you haven't figured out any way to rush things."

Susan laughed. "The old-fashioned way is still the only way I know. Twenty-two months. That would probably surprise old Droopy and the Martyr." He knew immediately who she was talking about, and gri

"And he will be... a woolly mammoth?"

She shook her head. "He'll be half mammoth."

"Sure, I knew that. But will he have hair?"

"That's a question Howard asks me about three times a week. Hair, hair, hair, that's all he's

interested in, that's what this is really all about. Mammoths had a distinctive body profile, lots different than any of the three living elephant species, and they had longer tusks, and—"

"I thought there were only two."

"No, for quite a while now we've divided the African genus into sava

Matt frowned, and shrugged. "A mammoth, right?"

"Yeah, but what kind of mammoth?" She couldn't stop herself from gri

"Tell me about it." She hesitated, then stood and finished her Coke.

FROM "LITTLE FUZZY, A CHILD OF THE ICE AGE"

Temba had grown and grown all the last year. In California she ate even more, and grew even more. When the time of the year we would later call June arrived, she was so big that walking was awkward. She could feel stirrings inside her as the baby kicked and twisted, wanting to get out into the wide world.

And one day she felt a pain like she had never felt before, and she knew it was her time.

The rest of the herd knew it, too. They gathered around her. They pressed against her sides. They stroked her with their trunks and made reassuring sounds. All day and into the night they stayed near, and then the baby's hind legs appeared.

A few minutes later the little mammoth was born.

He was a boy!

But he was not so little! If there had been scales to weigh him, he would have tipped them at about three hundred pounds!

Temba was very busy for a while then. Mammoths were born wrapped up in something called an amniotic sac, like dogs and cats and horses. Temba used her trunk to pull this away from her baby, there in the dark night.

Then she lifted the baby to his feet. He tottered for a moment, then fell onto his side. Temba lifted him again, and again he fell. But the third time she set him on his feet he stayed there, swaying and blinking.

The herd gathered around him and his mother and touched him with their trunks. Some of them flapped their ears nervously and shuffled their big, flat feet.

Something was wrong with the baby.

It smelled fu

It felt fu

And then Big Mama came over. The others made way for her, respectfully.

For a time Big Mama explored the baby. We can't know exactly what she was thinking that day, so long ago, but if we guess it might be something like this: (He is a male baby. He is a very hairy male baby. And what about those ears? What is the deal with those ears?)

Big Mama kept exploring, and kept up her big, slow thoughts. Finally, she wrapped her trunk around the new baby and stroked him.

Well! Did the other mammoths feel relieved that the baby was accepted?

Probably not. Mammoths and other animals don't think like people do. A lot of what they do is governed by instinct. And though mammoths and elephants are much smarter than most other animals, they do not think ahead like we do, and they do not worry about the same things we do. They deal with things as they come up, and since Big Mama did not decide to drive the new baby from the herd, no one ever had to deal with it, and so they didn't worry about it. Temba never knew her baby's fate was being decided by Big Mama. Probably Big Mama didn't even know it. She just sniffed the baby, decided it was odd but okay, and then forgot all about it.