2613. Elephant ride

Maurice had always wanted to ride on an elephant. Ever since he was a kid he wanted to ride on an elephant. Back then they would give rides on an elephant at the zoo, but has mother had always said, “Don’t be silly dear. What if the elephant bolts and you are on its back racing through the streets of the city?”

These days of course they don’t give elephant rides at the zoo. Judging from the pictures Maurice had seen the elephant seemed to enjoy it; eight children, four on each side, sitting on a bench of some sort on the elephant’s back.

The zoo still had two elephants but they were getting on in years. It wouldn’t be long before there were no elephants, and then Maurice’s hope of an elephant ride would fade completely. He had even asked the zoo keeper if a ride was a possibility. The zoo keeper simply asked, “Why would a man in his forties want to ride on an elephant?” Maurice was so disappointed.

Then just last week something amazing happened. It was unexpected. Maurice no longer had an unfulfilled desire to ride an elephant. He died.

13 thoughts on “2613. Elephant ride

  1. Iseult Murphy

    Death is the solution to everything.

    I have a photograph of my mother sitting on an elephants knee at the zoo. She’s holding my eldest sister (a very young baby at the time).

    The elephant was put down shortly after the photo was taken.

    I don’t know if those two things were related.

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    1. Bruce Goodman Post author

      LOL! It was the taking of the photo of the elephant and not the sitting on the elephant’s knee with a baby that was ultimately the cause of the elephant’s demise. At least that’s what the giraffe bent down and told me.

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