Squee Sunday: Baby Elephants

On Sunday I had flu, so the Sunday cute is late.

I once dreamed that I had a baby elephant as a pet. He was terminally cute, but of course an elephant is a lot of work. So by the time I’d dragged in a mountain of food and cleared away a mountain of manure I was exhausted. I collapsed onto the sofa with a well-earned cup of tea.

The baby elephant came up beside me and tenderly stroked my cheek with his trunk.

Aw! It wasn’t his fault. He couldn’t help being a baby. I stroked his trunk back.

Then the trunk dived into my mug and the tea disappeared up it.

The last thing I remember before I woke up was looking down at my empty mug in dismay.

If you feel in need of more cute after the US election, I recommend this long page of tiny kittens.

Posted by sheila

Sheila came to La Palma with a six month contract and has stayed 24 years so far. She used to work as a software engineer at the observatory, but now she's a writer and Starlight guide.