Topic > Essay on Eating the Elephant - 1252
I loved the book; there was a toy box and a little bookcase in the guest room at my grandparents' house, and I would sit in the living room on the blue couch and read them, and my grandmother would tell me to keep my feet off the furniture, and she would get me ready a sandwich on a Lion King plate. One of Fozzie Bear's jokes was about knowing there was an elephant in your refrigerator by the footprints in the butter. Imagine an elephant appetizer in the fridge, wrapped in Saran on a paper plate - grilled elephant breast or elephant sandwich, waiting on the little shelves next to the
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