One morning, Lindi found an elephant in her room.
“Look!” she called. “There’s an elephant in my room!”
“No there isn’t,” her mother called back. “Elephants don’t live in houses. Everybody knows that.”
The elephant yawned.
At breakfast, Lindi’s dad asked her to pass the milk.
“I can’t,” said Lindi. “The elephant drank it all.”
“There isn’t an elephant,” said her dad, “Elephants don’t live in the city. Everybody knows that.”
The elephant burped.
At school, the teacher grumbled, “What’s wrong with this chalkboard? It’s all wrinkly!”
“That’s not the chalkboard. That’s my elephant!” said Lindi.
“There are no elephants at school,” said the teacher. “Everybody knows that.”
The elephant ate the teacher’s sandwiches.
At break-time, the elephant followed Lindi to the playground.
He knocked over the swings by mistake.
“Go away!” said Lindi. “You’re not real and you shouldn’t be here! Everybody knows that!”
The elephant drooped. He walked away, wiping his eyes with his trunk.