The Elefrump

The elefrump flicked its long, bulbous nose, swiped at a monkling that teased it with a bullrush, missed, and stamped its massive, hairy feet. If ever a creature regretted wearing a one-piece bathing suit decorated with daffodils, it was the elefrump. Nothing else had fit! The poor creature went red with embarrassment.
Sick of being teased, and determining never to be so again, the elefrump launched itself into the lake hoping to drift away.
When the chaos settled, and all that remained was the elefrump sat in a large, muddy hole, its frown turned upside down. No more monklings. No more teasing creatures. And no more water. Mud was better, anyway.

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