1099. The elephant

There was this small, pink elephant in the middle of the road.

A man came along on a bright blue motorbike and said, “Get off the road, you stupid fat pig.”

“I’m not a pig,” said the elephant, and picked up the motorbike with its trunk and smashed it on the ground. It broke into a thousand pieces. They forgave each other, so the man got on the elephant and they trotted off together.

As you can see, it pays to be sensible.

10 thoughts on “1099. The elephant

  1. simon682

    Flying pigs, pink elephants, unicorns, decent banjo players all have to exist somewhere. If only in the mind of the storyteller. And if they exist they must have a purpose. And if that purpose is to rid the roads of motorbikes then I, for one, offer them my full belief.

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