Clara slept in a semi-recumbant crouch on

Clara slept in a semi-recumbant crouch on the floor, unable to get comfortable. Tired of her life as an overnight paralegal, she desired escape. What was so pressing that it requir

Hunched over Clara shivered in fear. The thing sticking to Clara's back was undulating, she could feel a warm thick syrup dripping down. What was it?

It was the elephant in the room eating baklava. Clara got a wooden spoon and tried to prise its trunk off her back. Herbie walked in. "We've got to talk about this, Clara," he said

Regarding her pet elephant. Otto the Elephant roamed the house freely and even climbed the stairs. And Otto had his own garden outdoors where he slept. The idea of an elephant in

a self contained backyard forest was borderline absurdist, and yet, Otto had quite the green..thumb. It was as if he were a plant whisperer; knowing just what to say to coax life

from the dry and twisted stems. When Otto spoke, it was if the plants remembered how to thrive, and burst into bloom once more. They knew that Otto would love them and care for the

generations of sprouts which would follow them. The plants consulted with each other and unanimously decided to crown Otto as their king. Transitioning to a monarchical system of

governance was touch&go for a short time but eventually the Ottoplants Monarchy was so well established that some of King Otto's sprouts never knew a time without a king. Plant heg

dgemony was meant by the thorny hedgerows around King Ottoplants Palace. A crop of stout shoots boded well for his reign but the Sun King failed to support him & his rule withered.