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The White Elephant Caper - Part I
Mar. 8th, 2015 08:00 pmOn the second Tuesday of March, Mrs. Mary McGraw opened her front door and found a white elephant sitting on her lawn.
Not a real elephant, of course. That would have been preposterous.
It was a marble statue about two feet in height, facing placidly towards her bay window. There was an air of capriciousness in its expression. Out of reflex, she followed its gaze, but there was nothing notable in the bay window whatsoever. The room hadn't been used in about six years, not since Mr. McGraw had gone to bed one night after a heavy meal and never stepped out of it again.
"Oh, dear," she said.
The words were rather tremulous.
( Oh, dear! )
Not a real elephant, of course. That would have been preposterous.
It was a marble statue about two feet in height, facing placidly towards her bay window. There was an air of capriciousness in its expression. Out of reflex, she followed its gaze, but there was nothing notable in the bay window whatsoever. The room hadn't been used in about six years, not since Mr. McGraw had gone to bed one night after a heavy meal and never stepped out of it again.
"Oh, dear," she said.
The words were rather tremulous.
( Oh, dear! )
