Does anyone want a perfect Christmas present?
Does anyone want a perfect Christmas present?
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.”
“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.”
The elephant was lost to the wind.
He stood foursquare against the tumult, head lowered as if ready to charge. It wrapped his body in its flags and banners, and then as quickly ripped them away. He had to close his eyes in some of the gusts, and occasionally his tail stuck straight out behind. Many of the other animals found shelter, and even the monkeys came down to the lower branches of their trees. But the elephant flapped his ears in ecstasy as the wind battered against him, and trumpeted as loudly as the rowdydow would permit.
“I hear you,” said a frolicking cloud, as it whipped past his head. It turned a summersault back over the elephant’s back, and positioned itself with much dexterity in the elephant’s line of vision. “And I hazard the guess I’m the only one who can.”
“It’s like flying.”
“Now, now. You’ve tried that before.”
“But I’m staying on the ground, this time.”
“Well,” conceded God. “You’re standing on the ground. And it’s probable you will be staying on the ground. But, as you know, nothing in life is certain.”
“It certainly isn’t,” agreed the elephant, who then attempted to nod his head in agreement. But the wind took a particular bend, and not only could he not nod his head, but his trunk got thrown back into his face, hitting him in the eye.
“Ouch,” said the elephant.
“A cautionary God,” said God, “would go `tsk tsk’, and tell you to come in out of the wind.”
“And is that what you’re going to tell me,” shouted the elephant over the roar.
“God, no,” said God. “This is great stuff.”
“You’re a reckless God, then?” asked the elephant.
“Reckless. And cautious. There is a time for both. There is a need for both. Life demands that you run with it. And sometimes you run scared, and sometimes you run joyful.” The cloud was now tangled in the elephant’s tusks. ” And sometimes you get so caught up in it all that you can’t tell the difference.” The cloud shouted. “And sometimes you get hit in the eye. And sometimes you don’t.”
“And sometimes both,” suggested the elephant.
“You’re catching on.”
“But to you,” protested the elephant. “It is all so simple.”
“But …” The cloud sounded perplexed. “It is as simple as it sounds. Everything is everything. What you seem to do is pay too much attention to the individual parts. Concentrate on the whole.”
“I can hardly think of everything when I’m in the middle of this.”
“This is the perfect place.” The cloud played tag with the elephant’s ears. “Race with it. Race with it. Race with it. You
will never dance a better dance than here. With me.”
And the elephant watched the cloud tumble around his head, and bounce against his back, and twist around his tail.
And the elephant laughed, and laughed so loud that it broke through even the racing wind, and made the other animals peek from their shelters to watch.
And the elephant bobbed and weaved with the cloud, and the cloud held the elephant in a wispy embrace, and the wind turned to music.
The Elephant was not oblivious to the
Christmas season, and wanted to pay his
respects. He travelled to the special clearing
where a cloud waited for him.
“It’s your Son’s birthday and I want to congratulate him.”
“Thank you.” The cloud descended further.
“It is a grand time.”
“I’d like to …” the elephant hesitated.
“You sent your son for us to see, so we
“Well, I want to …”
“Spit it out,” said God. “You’re fired up.”
“I want to see you.” The elephant spoke
quickly. “I don’t have to see you, you know
that. I believed even before you talked to
me. But I want to see you; it would mean so
much. I wasn’t around for the Baby, but
cows and sheep and things got to see Him. I
can’t explain, but …”
“Go home,” said the cloud.
“You’re not angry with me?” said the
“No.” The cloud started moving away. “It’s
an honest request.”
“Thank you for coming to see me,” said the
“Sing some carols.” The voice was distant. “I
The elephant turned and started through
the woods. He ignored the tasty leaves
within easy reach, and the rich grass near
the brook. He wanted to get home as quickly
as possible, so he could join the singing at
the Mission he knew was happening later in
From: The Elephant Talks To God
The elephant surveyed the remnants of shattered trees, the gouged earth, and the still turbulent waves.
“You know,” he said, looking up at the storm cloud hovering overhead, “A herd of us on the rampage have got nothing on you, when the mood strikes. You trying to tear down in one night what it took seven days to create?”
“Six days,” noted the cloud. “On the seventh … ”
” … day you rested,” finished the elephant. “You gotta be patient with us lumbering beasts; after all, you didn’t give us fingers so we could count.”
“But I did give you memories.” said the cloud.
“I know,” said the elephant. “I haven’t forgotten.”
“And this display,” added God, “Looks far worse than it is.
Natural forces occur to keep my earth in a happy balance. Life is already reviving and reasserting itself.”
“Could you not be a bit more gentle?”
“My winds must go somewhere,” said God. “As you already mentioned, even elephants go upon the occasional rampage.”
“I’ve never done anything like this,” said the elephant.
“You’ve not seen yourself from the ant’s point of view,” answered God.
So, there is no question that the world needs more elephants. The more the merrier, say I.
On the loose and living the good life.
Tanking up on fresh food.
Swilling up at the water holes.
Getting a mud bath on the muddy shores,.
Getting a dust bath in the dust fields.
And making a hellova lot more baby elephants.
And those elephants still alive (and – alas- they are getting easier to count) should be left alone by the vicious human beasts who slaughter them for fun and ivory.
An Elephant stampede would come in right handy.
Now, I’m partial to Elephants, having written a book of short stories where an elephant holds his own in conversations with God.
Yes, God gets a good talking to, though the Almighty does manage to give as good as He gets.
So, I’m all for WORLD Elephant Day.
In fact, I’d give them a whole Week.
Nay, a whole Month.
Alright, a whole Year!!
They’re BIG animals. They can handle it.
The elephant was a curious pachyderm, and followed his persistent quest with a guileless intensity.
“More lucky than smart,” said some of the other elephants, as he blundered his way toward another piece of knowledge. They nodded their heads in his direction with the heavy weight of caution, and warned their small ones that too much thought would make them strange.
“An elephant wades in water,” they would sagely say, “only if the mud hole is wide enough.”
And the little ones would watch him, as they stood between the legs of their parents, and wish that they could follow.
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