Vera and the elephant in the room.
In that room filled with elephants, Vera found it extremely difficult to know which elephant not to talk about.
After a while, bumping into elephant legs and being tickled by soft and gentle, but curious elephant trunks, she guessed that the one not to be talked about had to be the one with the pink toenails.
That was the most obvious one, so she decided not to talk about that one, at least.
The rest of them she just tried as best she could not to bump into, or get stepped on by.
She knew elephants were gentle. But she had also learned, today, by accident, that some of them were very ticklish on their feet.
Her flipper still hurt.
