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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Kids
- Theme: Family & Friends
- Subject: Fantasy / Dreams / Wishes
- Published: 01/08/2018
Millie and the Elephants
Born 1947, F, from Wolverhampton, United KingdomMillie and the Elephants
Millie’s room was decorated with pretty wallpaper, which had all sorts of animals on it. There was a strip going around the wall with elephants of all ages and sizes. Millie usually watched them as they were running around until she fell asleep. There was one family she liked the most; the baby elephant had a small trunk and small, cute tusks. It could hardly catch up with his parents because they were running so fast. Millie often talked to the baby who she called Anthony. She knew the name would fit a grown elephant more than a baby, but she was certain the baby whispered, ‘Anthony’ when she asked his name.
Anthony often complained to Millie about his parents’ speed. ‘I keep begging them to slow down but they wouldn’t,’ he would swing his pretty trunk back and forth sadly. Millie wanted to comfort him, but she could not think of anything clever to say. In the end she just asked, ‘Have you asked them to slow down?’
Anthony shook his head in despair. ‘It’s no use, no use at all.’ I don’t know why they are hurrying like that; however fast they run, they always end up at the same place. I don’t think they can hear me. They make a lot of noise while they are running so fast.’
Millie felt sorry for little Anthony. She even asked her mother if there was anything she could do, but her mother smiled faintly and went on doing whatever she was doing. Maybe she did not think that the elephants were real? Millie kept silent afterwards. She found it hard to fall asleep when she knew that Anthony was having all these problems. She stayed up late watching the parents dashing relentlessly, while Anthony was left behind struggling and his trunk almost touched the ground.
She decided it couldn’t go on like this. She needed to help Anthony, who was getting sadder by the day. She called out to him, ‘Don’t worry, I am going to talk to them.’ Anthony looked up in surprise. ‘You, you will talk to them? Would you really do that for me?’ and he slowly lifted his trunk.
‘Of course, I would,’ she said with determination. ‘We are friends after all.’
That night she waited and waited until the parents were close to her. ‘Hey’, she called out to them quickly as she was afraid they would just run on. ‘Listen to me, please. Just listen and stop.’ They both looked up with surprise on their wrinkled faces. ‘Yes?’ Elaine, the elephant mum stopped and pulled back her husband. ‘We have been living close to you for a long time, but you have never talked to us. What is it, Millie?’
She was quite surprised that Elaine knew her name. She told them then, ‘You know that little Anthony finds it really hard to keep up with you? His legs are much thinner and shorter than yours and he is always left behind.’
The parents looked at him and they were shaking their big heads slowly with the trunks going back and forth. ‘That shouldn’t be a problem as we always end up at the same place where we have started out.’
‘I am sorry to say, you are wrong,’ she said. (Millie was a VERY polite girl}. ‘He is quite upset because he is always left behind. He feels deserted. Could you please slow down for him? And for me,’ she pleaded.
Dr Trumpet, Anthony’s dad, turned around and stopped. ‘Slow down,’ he repeated, ‘and why would we do that?’
‘I am sure you love Anthony. You don’t want to upset him, do you?’ Dr Trumpet nodded. ‘Of course not. We love him very much.’
‘If you do, please don’t run so fast. He is so, so sad.’
Dr Trumpet looked serious now, ‘Did he ask you to talk to us?’
‘Not at all. He wanted to stop me, but I just can’t watch this anymore.’
‘It’s nice to know Anthony has a good friend.’ Mrs Trumpet nodded. ‘Does he find it so hard to keep us with us?’ she asked.
‘Yes, and however hard he tries, he can’t.’
‘In that case,’ Dad looked at Mum, who looked back in agreement, ‘in that case, we will slow down. I wish he had asked us himself. But, I suppose,’ he added quickly, ‘we may not have heard him.’
Millie found her friend and told him the good news. Anthony was over the moon.
‘Really, really?’ he repeated, and he was overjoyed. ‘Thank you, Millie, thank you so much.’
After that day, Anthony followed closely his parents, who checked from time to time whether he was right behind them. Little Anthony was right there, smiling happily while he was going around and around on the strip on the wall.
From then on, Millie slept well, and she had lovely dreams about elephant families.
THE END
Millie and the Elephants(K.K. Bodis)
Millie and the Elephants
Millie’s room was decorated with pretty wallpaper, which had all sorts of animals on it. There was a strip going around the wall with elephants of all ages and sizes. Millie usually watched them as they were running around until she fell asleep. There was one family she liked the most; the baby elephant had a small trunk and small, cute tusks. It could hardly catch up with his parents because they were running so fast. Millie often talked to the baby who she called Anthony. She knew the name would fit a grown elephant more than a baby, but she was certain the baby whispered, ‘Anthony’ when she asked his name.
Anthony often complained to Millie about his parents’ speed. ‘I keep begging them to slow down but they wouldn’t,’ he would swing his pretty trunk back and forth sadly. Millie wanted to comfort him, but she could not think of anything clever to say. In the end she just asked, ‘Have you asked them to slow down?’
Anthony shook his head in despair. ‘It’s no use, no use at all.’ I don’t know why they are hurrying like that; however fast they run, they always end up at the same place. I don’t think they can hear me. They make a lot of noise while they are running so fast.’
Millie felt sorry for little Anthony. She even asked her mother if there was anything she could do, but her mother smiled faintly and went on doing whatever she was doing. Maybe she did not think that the elephants were real? Millie kept silent afterwards. She found it hard to fall asleep when she knew that Anthony was having all these problems. She stayed up late watching the parents dashing relentlessly, while Anthony was left behind struggling and his trunk almost touched the ground.
She decided it couldn’t go on like this. She needed to help Anthony, who was getting sadder by the day. She called out to him, ‘Don’t worry, I am going to talk to them.’ Anthony looked up in surprise. ‘You, you will talk to them? Would you really do that for me?’ and he slowly lifted his trunk.
‘Of course, I would,’ she said with determination. ‘We are friends after all.’
That night she waited and waited until the parents were close to her. ‘Hey’, she called out to them quickly as she was afraid they would just run on. ‘Listen to me, please. Just listen and stop.’ They both looked up with surprise on their wrinkled faces. ‘Yes?’ Elaine, the elephant mum stopped and pulled back her husband. ‘We have been living close to you for a long time, but you have never talked to us. What is it, Millie?’
She was quite surprised that Elaine knew her name. She told them then, ‘You know that little Anthony finds it really hard to keep up with you? His legs are much thinner and shorter than yours and he is always left behind.’
The parents looked at him and they were shaking their big heads slowly with the trunks going back and forth. ‘That shouldn’t be a problem as we always end up at the same place where we have started out.’
‘I am sorry to say, you are wrong,’ she said. (Millie was a VERY polite girl}. ‘He is quite upset because he is always left behind. He feels deserted. Could you please slow down for him? And for me,’ she pleaded.
Dr Trumpet, Anthony’s dad, turned around and stopped. ‘Slow down,’ he repeated, ‘and why would we do that?’
‘I am sure you love Anthony. You don’t want to upset him, do you?’ Dr Trumpet nodded. ‘Of course not. We love him very much.’
‘If you do, please don’t run so fast. He is so, so sad.’
Dr Trumpet looked serious now, ‘Did he ask you to talk to us?’
‘Not at all. He wanted to stop me, but I just can’t watch this anymore.’
‘It’s nice to know Anthony has a good friend.’ Mrs Trumpet nodded. ‘Does he find it so hard to keep us with us?’ she asked.
‘Yes, and however hard he tries, he can’t.’
‘In that case,’ Dad looked at Mum, who looked back in agreement, ‘in that case, we will slow down. I wish he had asked us himself. But, I suppose,’ he added quickly, ‘we may not have heard him.’
Millie found her friend and told him the good news. Anthony was over the moon.
‘Really, really?’ he repeated, and he was overjoyed. ‘Thank you, Millie, thank you so much.’
After that day, Anthony followed closely his parents, who checked from time to time whether he was right behind them. Little Anthony was right there, smiling happily while he was going around and around on the strip on the wall.
From then on, Millie slept well, and she had lovely dreams about elephant families.
THE END
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