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| Speechless he was looking at me. As if he wanted to ask me something. We'd forgotten all about him! Do you know why, children? Because the elephant was too chicken-hearted. Poor, little elephant. Don't just stand there - your tail between your legs. Fight! Do something, and we’ll think someway of helping you - we’ll send you back to the forest - we’ll try to set you free. After all it's our duty. I had hardly roused from sleep when I sat at my computer to write down everything I had dreamt of or thought about! |
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