elephants crying Last night, when Henny had to go, they, the others, cried her away, singing with their dark grey legs deep in the hay. When The Great Beatty died some say the elephants just knew and cried... (We weren't there then, but know that it was softer than trumpets; not as deep as thunder in the night, but just as slow) And they cried each night for a month, and then one morning each one reached down to white tent stakes with mottled soft and wrinkled arms, untied themselves, and just disappeared.