My Confused Elephant

My Confused Elephant desperately searched for a ball to hug. It should have been an original activity, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Elephant, who had decided that this idea is awesome. You wouldnt have imagined, a ball would be the item that was chosen.

My Confused Elephant craved for a ball that they would drop. This is certainly a fairly extraordinary proposal, to many, but not to the Elephant, who felt that the idea was amazing. Bizarrely, a ball would be the thing that was chosen.

My Confused Elephant needed a ball that they would insert somewhere. It would have been a fairly surprising operation, to my children, but not to the Elephant, who felt that it was in fact, spectacular. You wouldnt have thought, a ball is the item to choose.

My Confused Elephant always had with them a can of coke that they sometimes smash. This might appear to be a weird and wonderful operation, to me and my husband, but not to the Elephant, who feels that it was in fact, amazing. Honestly, a can of coke is the thing to select.

My Confused Elephant needed a sack of potatoes that they would occasionally smash. One might consider this to be a fairly new undertaking, to my grandpa, but not to the Elephant, who assumed that it was in fact, entertaining. Strangely, a sack of potatoes is the thing to opt for.

My Confused Elephant always kept a bag of poop that they would sometimes try to nail to the wall. One might say this is a fairly funny thought, to me and my children, but not to the Elephant, who felt it was awe-inspring. Who would have imagined, a bag of poop being the thing selected.