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.

“A mouse.”

“It’s Timothy, Dumbo” She muttered, why were elephants were so melodramatic?

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Fandango’s Story Starter #25