I’ve always been fascinated by elephants. My mom loved them, too. She particularly liked BABY elephants. She would express her fantasies of having some baby animals from time to time, although she only actually had chihuahuas, three of them at a time, who all sat in her chair with her.
She saw a cute monkey one day, and in the next week, my dad had gone to a pet store and brought one home for her! The monkey got out of his cage and went on a rampage around our house. He jumped into the sink, grabbed a head of lettuce my mom was soaking, running all over the house, up and down the draperies, with the streaming veggie. My dad finally caught him using a towel. I still remember seeing the monkey’s teeth biting through that towel. The monkey went back to the pet shop for re-adoption.
So, one day when my mom started ‘oohing’ and ‘ahhing’ over a baby elephant, she looked at my dad and said, “BUT I DON’T WANT ONE!”
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