The elephant and the donkey have left the elephant tree without the notice of the reporteres that were there to interview them....
The undertaker has decided he was having a dream and has decide not go home..
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I sat with my feet in the water thinking
about what I had just witnessed. “Ridiculous,
I thought, there is no logical way anything like that could have happened. Maybe you are having flash backs from sucking
in too many embalming fumes.”
Yes, I agreed with my mind. What had happened did not happen. Then my mind decided that I should stick my head
in the cold water just to make sure I cleared out all of what I had seen and
then I could never tell anyone such a ridiculous story and embarrass it.
This time I disagreed with my mind. I did not
think I would relate the story to anyone I knew except maybe my grand children
when we were sitting by a fire on a summer evening.
I dried my feet with my socks, put on my
socks and put my feet into my shoes and began my walk homeward.
would be glad to finally relax with a cold soda and a snack or maybe I would have
some Oreo cookies with a cold glass of milk.
With that thought I realized that I had the
taste of an Oreo cookie in my mouth. I
rubbed my mouth with the back of my hand and there was chocolate residue on my
I was really confused. Did I or Didn't I see an elephant in a tree
and an ugly donkey? Maybe it was just
the boy and maybe we shared the Oreo cookies. I couldn't have seen the elephant in a tree or
the ugly donkey.
Of course, that was it. I was not crazy. I just had a crazy
dream. Maybe there was a boy and the
cookies but certainly not an elephant and an ugly donkey
“Hey, Mr. Politician, Squealer, Undertaker,
would you like some of these peanut butter and jelly sandwiches? My eyes were bigger than my belly.”
“That’s impossible,” the donkey said.
“Shush donkey, I’m having a conversation with
I couldn't believe my eyes and ears.
The elephant and the donkey were sitting
under a big Elm tree. I shook my head,
blinked my eyes and turned to walk away.
I thought that I was having a dream but maybe I wasn't. I turned to look again and they were still
They were both back on their haunches like a
dog and I almost burst out laughing but I still wasn't sure if what I was
seeing was real.
I decided that it didn't matter if I was
dreaming or seeing the real thing because either way, I didn't want any part of
“Don’t go, Mr. Politician,” the elephant
said. “We need a place to stay tonight
and we were hoping you would let us stay at your place.”
“Yeah, sure, my wife would really go for
that. Honey, guess who’s coming to
“Will she fix me peanut butter and jelly
“I can see that you don’t understand
“He doesn't understand much. That’s why the republicans chose him as their
symbol,” the donkey snickered. Then he
brayed in delight.
“Will you stop that stupid braying? You sound like Biden trying to explain
"Well you sound like Limberg with all
his brains tied behind his back," the donkey replied.
I could feel a headache starting to fester
somewhere in the middle of my head.
“Quit talking to me. You are not real. You do not exist. You are just a nightmare I’m having. I’m going to wake up and take a cold shower.”
“If you don’t think we’re real, then go ahead
and pinch yourself and see if it hurts.”
“Absolutely,” the donkey said. “Pinch real hard just to make sure. You are right. You’re not having a nightmare; you’re having
a daydonkey and a dayelephant…a real tired and a real hungry daydonkey and a
“Punjably, donkey, now you’re beginning to
sound like a politician,” the elephant groaned.
"Punjably?...You can use a word like
that and call me a Politician? Maybe you should be running for president."
"Punjably is a perfectly normal word where I come from."
While they were squabbling I did pinch myself
and it did hurt. They were real. At
least I was seeing them and hearing them. Maybe embalming fluid did have LSD side
“Well, I have an idea,” I replied. “You, mister donkey can eat the rest of the
peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and then you can both lie down and take a
long nap and I’ll just go on home to a quiet dinner without a donkey and an
By the way, what happened to the boy and his
“It was his bed time so they went home.
"We're tired too but, we can’t sleep out
here in the open,” they both said in unison.
"Why can't you sleep in the open? The
open is where animals sleep."
"That's true but if we sleep in the open
the reporters will find us.
“Where did you come from?”
“Overthere", they both said in unison and
then they both pointed in the same direction.
The elephant used his snout and the donkey used his ears.
“Where in the bejeebees is ‘over there’,"
“Overthere is over there,” they both said in
unison again and again pointing as they did before.
“Does ‘over there’ have a name?” My headache was getting stronger.
“Now I’m sure you’re a politician,” the
elephant snorted. “You do not listen.
Read my lips. The name of ‘Overthere is
Overthere’ and it is spelled O-V-E-R-T-H-E-R-E.”
“I like ‘bejeebees’. That’s what we can name our new city,” the
“Overthere is a place, not a direction,”
continued the donkey. “You politicians
are all the same. You only hear what you
want to hear. You probably asked Bush what kind of flowers he sprouted or even
worse, peed on his pant leg.”
“I am not a politician and I have never asked
Bush anything. And, I sure as tootin I wouldn't pee on him. However, I do have an idea where you guys can
“Where?” again in unison…and they both continued
in an exasperated tone, “What in the name of heck is ‘tootin’”.
I ignored the question of ‘tootin’ and wasn't even about to get started on ‘bejeebees’.
“Overthere,” I said pointing in the direction
of the mysterious ‘Overthere’. ´”Go back to ‘Overthere’ and sleep wherever you
sleep when you are in ‘Overthere’”.
“No, we are migrating from ’Overthere’ to a
place called ‘Overyonder’.”
The donkey had a low baritone voice that
sounded like Don Ho when Don Ho was singing and the elephant’s voice had a
higher tone of an Irish Tenor. When they
chanted in unison their voices created a sound that made your back bone
vibrate. I looked around to see if
someone was poking me with a stick from behind.
“Why do you chant in unison, like that?”
“We were trained in the Political Icon
School, “Icon U”
U’, peeing on the president, and the joke about Biden. I used ‘tootin’, bejeebees’...terms my father had used. I
had to be dreaming. Maybe I should have
stuck my head into the cold stream. If I
ignored them and pretended that they were not there, I could go on home to my
nice warm dinner.
to be continued (If someone doesn't stifle me)