the_elephant_note tt one day, early in winter, the elephant paid a visit to the squirrel. when he arrived at the squirrel's house, he swung back and forth on the lamp, fell a few times, and stood up again. then he sat by the half of the table that was still standing and drank a cup of willow tea. the squirrel sat on a chair leg and licked a sweet beechnut. they remained silent for a long time. "we're really happy now, aren't we?" said the elephant. the squirrel nodded. suddenly a dark look clouded the elephant's face. "i have to be going," he said. "yes," said the squirrel. there was a brief silence. "i fear that i am going to fall down again." the squirrel said nothing. he couldn't remember the elephant ever going home any other way. "i don't want to fall down anymore!" exclaimed the elephant. he broke the half table and his cup with his right front foot. he sat down on the ground somberly. "i just keep falling all the time!" he said. the squirrel was eager to help and thought deeply. "what if i send you?" he said. "send me?" "as a note." "as a note?" said the elephant. the squirrel had already grabbed his pen. he wrote in large letters on the elephant's belly. "dear elephant, how are you going on?" he stopped writing for a moment. "what's this all about?" he thought to himself. "i know very well how he's getting on." he scratched out, "how are you getting on?" "ouch!" the elephant said. "have a nice trip," wrote the squirrel in meticulous lettering. "that's all you need," the squirrel thought. he wrote his name gently under the letter not far from the elephant's navel. the elephant tried to read what had been written on his belly, but the squirrel opened the door and pushed him outside. "wow!" called the elephant. the wind caught him and blew him away. "bye, elephant," called the squirrel. "see you soon!" "bye squirrel," called the elephant. the wind blew the elephant high into the sky and over the woods, over the river, and toward his home. late that evening he was delivered there. in the middle of the night, while the squirrel was still busy putting his chairs and table back together, a little note blew in under his door. "dear squirrel, i blew all the way home just fine. thanks very much. i'm not crumpled. your friend, the note satisfied, the squirrel fell asleep in what was left of his bed. 130206 what's it to you? who go blather from