The elephant was standing in the rain, enjoying the rivulets which streamed along the creases of his skin.
It was cleansing and refreshing, and he occasionally flapped his huge ears, causing a small waterfall. The birds and monkeys kept a safe distance.
“You’ll be creating your own weather system,” said the cloud, which was part of the larger cloud covering the whole sky. “Trunk squalls and violent ear showers.”
“Just a portion of your abilities,” said the elephant.
“Part of something is part of everything,” said the cloud. “I don’t do my works on my own.”
“A humble part,” said the elephant.
“Humble neither in might nor main,” said God. “That would be the estimation of most of my species – both animal and plant.”
“I feel humble.”
“You are humble,” said God. “But I don’t want you to feel humble.”
“Excuse me?”
“I want you to realize how wonderful, how exciting, how important – how equal – everything around you is. The blade of grass you eat; the stream from which you drink; the ants under your feet who keep the earth healthy; the butterflies who make the plants grow.”
“The butterflies are beautiful.”
“They’re all beautiful.”
“I’m not so sure about the ants,” said the elephant.
“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,” said God. “And I behold everything.”
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