Lily and Poindexter

Lily pranced through the woods on her way to somewhere The oaks, elms and maples whispered of her glorious mirth. Today she has a Rubenesque friend, something new. Something not often found in the woods, a baby elephant. How do you know what it is? Asked a mushroom to the moss. I once saw a photo of one when she was reading a book here. This amazed the mushroom, who had no idea how to read. The elephant trumpeted to say “I don’t know how either; it’s okay.” Who speaks elephant? The mushroom asked the violets. They tittered and glittered, but were too silly to answer. Lily stopped smoking for a second to check on Poindexter. “Are you coming?” Poindexter held up a note. “And he can write!” Mushroom was shocked at this. “I thought everyone could write,” a dead leaf said. The woods were getting a bit crazier every day. Mushroom felt a relief when the wind carried off the leaf.