Elephant in the Room

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

His mother was busy making breakfast for everyone. She just ignored the boy.

“Maaaaaaa!”

“Ask your grandpa to push him out of your room,” mother responded, nonchalantly.

“Dadu has ……. 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 pester me. Ask your papa. He must be aware. Dadu always keeps him informed. Now, let me finish my cooking.”

The boy was nervous. He knew that grandpa had vanished. Behind a closed door, he had tried all kinds of magic words but nothing had worked. The grandpa had not come back from wherever he was.

He quietly went into his room, closed the door, and 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 vani….”

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

Before the boy could say anything, he was startled by a strange sound. The stuffed blue elephant was trumpeting majestically.

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A post for A to Z challenge

Today’s letter E

You may like to read my earlier post   D for Duck and Ducklings.