Five Situations where the phrase “Where are my elephants?” might arise, erm, “naturally”
- Some rat-thieving bastard steals select items of your Animal Crackers. “Where are my elephants?!”
- Someone tells your wanna-be-hipster boss that “elephant” is the new “dawg.” “Where arrrrre my elephants at?”
- You join an improv group, and the audience writes down historical figures to be stuck in a wacky situation at the DMV. You get Hannibal. “Where are my elephants?”
- You are walking to your new job in New York City, but are dismayed to see that even pedestrian traffic is backed up by a parade of elephants. Someone has decided to propose by using pachyderms as billboards down Main Street. You overhear a young girl ask her beleaguered boyfriend: “Where are my elephants?”
- You go to see your niece and nephew on opening night of their Elementary school presentation of the Jungle Book. They look very cute in their homemade elephant costumes. Your niece’s tail is crooked. You exclaim in excitement when they come running up to you after the show: “Where are my elephants?!!”
Five Memories of William (In no particular order)
- That day I dragged you to Mr. Gatti’s literally across town (it seems so long since we were in the same place), and we talked about Justice League, and played video games, and you rode bumper cars for the first time (I still don’t know how you can make it past 12 without experiencing bumper cars), and generally had an awesome time.
- Walking home with you after work, which nearly always included me mocking you and you saying: “You’re a very weird girl.”
- The way you just stammered in disbelief for days when I gave you your graduation present.
- Getting a letter from you in Costa Rica and just being really happy. Plus it was the one with the Penguin King story which is made of the awesome.
- We saw Serenity! And I made you walk 1,000 blocks because I can’t read a map! And I used up my being right about directions allowance in getting to Austin from College Station! But mostly Serenity!