Oliver Elephant
For my lovely parents – L.P.
To Santa’s Elves, who help make Christmas a magical time – H.S.
First published 2017 by Nosy Crow Ltd
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Illustrations © Helen Stephens 2017
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Oliver Elephant
Written by Lou Peacock
Illustrated by Helen Stephens
Mummy and Noah and Evie-May Brown had got up quite early to come into town. They had lots to do, but they knew where to go –The Christmassy shop at the end of the row.
“Look, Mummy!” said Noah. “This shop is so tall! I bet it makes Evie-May feel very small. But Oliver Elephant’s terribly brave.”
“Of course,” Mummy said, “and I’m sure he’ll behave.”
Mummy looked at her list. “Oh, there’s so much to find . . .
We need something for Mary –she’s always so kind.
A gift for Aunt Mabel, and something that’s maybe quite little for Emma –she’s only a baby.
We need something for Chloe and something for Claire, and for Great Uncle Jock –perhaps something to wear.
And Grandma has asked us to please have a look for something for Grandad, who’s learning to cook.
Tere’s something else, too –but, oh, what can it be?”
“I know!” Noah said. “It’s the star for the tree!”
And so they set of, Mummy leading the way, past tall rows of shelves and a pretty display.
