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Elephant Feet

The girl, upset that her feet were not round like those of her favorite animal in the whole wide world—the elephant!—had been crying for nearly ten minutes when the single sheet of paper came floating across the plaza, coming to rest across her bare toes and distracting her just long enough from her podiatrary troubles that she was able to catch her breath and stop the flow of tears, but whether or not the sheet of paper knew what it was doing or had any thoughts at all concerning the girl or the shape of her feet, one can only guess.

    TAGS:  feet, elephant feet, scrine historians, the lone sheet of paper, podiatry


When the girl glanced down at the sheet of paper lying across her feet, she could have sworn that she saw the words Do I detect the sweet playful fragrance of invisible elephant feet? written on the page in a wild, bold letter, half-cursive script, but then her focus was still blurred by tears and she was still a bit shaky from all the crying, which must, she later told herself, explain what happened next, because when she snatched up the paper to get a closer look those words were not there at all, there was nothing at all on the page about elephant feet, nothing about sweet fragrance, and certainly no question mark, which she was sure she had seen, but there was a different sentence on the paper, which she now read slowly, her incredulity growing with each passing word.

    TAGS:  elephant feet, incredulity, scrine historians, the lone sheet of paper


 

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