Elephant in the Room

“Ma, there’s an elephant in my room,” the boy screamed.

Mother was busy preparing breakfast for everyone. She just ignored the boy.

“Maaaaaaa!”

“Ask your grandpa to push him out of your room,” She replied.

“Dadu is not in his room,” the boy shouted. He was now in the kitchen.

“Where has he gone?”

“How would I know? I am not a magician.”

“Don’t bother me. Ask your papa, he must be aware. Dadu always keeps him informed. Now, let me finish my cooking.”

The boy was nervous. His magic wand had worked and grandpa had vanished in thin air. Later he had tried all kinds of magic words and waved his magic wand in twenty different ways, but all in vain. The grandpa had not come back from wherever he was.

He quietly went into his room, closed the door, and again took out his magic wand.

There was a knock at the door.

“Tinki, open the door.”

The boy jumped in surprise; it was his grandfather.

He quickly opened the door.

“Your Ma is saying that there is an elephant in your room. Do you mean that blue elephant I got for you? It’s just a stuffed toy.”

“How did you come back? You had vanished….”

“Let it remain a secret between us. But don’t ever use that magic wand again.”

Before the boy could say anything, the boy and his grandpa were startled by a strange sound. 

The stuffed blue elephant was trumpeting loudly.

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