Named "Ooooof"
when he couldn't
say elephant,
this little stuffed toy
belongs to my four year old grandson.
Terribly attached to
poor ole Ooooof, young grandson
has nearly loved him to pieces.
This being the case, on
occasion he's developed holes, lost stuffing
and has actually lost body parts.
Yesterday I was asked by a concerned little boy,
to bring Ooooof
home with me for a few repairs. This
is the third time this has become necessary.
Believe me, the little elephant was all bedraggled.
He had three holes, was missing his tail
and had a leg torn completely off.
"Will you have him home by bedtime?"
.......he asked with a worried look on his little face.
"I will, and Ooooof will be almost
good as new."
I'm thinking there's a story to tell here,
and already I can see the illustrations....
Have a blessed day......Dee Dee
