I knew he had already arrived at the rendezvous point because I could see his hind glistening in the sun, and I cursed. It was meant to be a surprise.
Annoyed, I flew over cawing, “What don’t you understand about surprises Dumbo? You stick out like a white elephant.”
“Better than a pink one,” Came the sardonic retort, and she sighed, would he never forgot?
“The least you could do is try and stay incognito,” I sighed, but my appeal fell on deaf ears as he screeched.
“It’s Timothy, Dumbo” She muttered, why were elephants were so melodramatic?