Mr. Elephant the giraffe looked on in dismay as his friend Mr. Giraffe the elephant was on the sauce again. It didn’t exactly helped that their names didn’t relate to their species but it was a cold hard fact of life that they had to deal with it. A big fat grey lump of an abomination leaned against the old oak on top of the twirly pasta hill snorkeling some rich cider with his trunk.
‘Life isn’t fair!’ said Mr. Giraffe as he burped out a large mass of apple bubbles. ‘All I want in life is a fine figure to impress Miss. Cat, a cosy apartment in Brooklyn and a million dollars. Is that too much to ask?’ Continue reading
The same old Giraffe rolling down the hill story
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