My first elephant
My first elephant thought we were twins my sister and me, dressed in Sunday best. Couldn’t tell the difference between me in blue and her in green, like he’d never seen children before. He raised his great grey trunk sniffing all wrinkled not neat as pins like us not flecked with tweed. Splattered with mud he was and curious. I moved away cautiously. Decided I didn’t like zoos. I was afraid I might mess up my shoes.
Oonah V Joslin 19