The Elephant in The Bakery

Once Upon A Time there was an elephant that lived in a bakery. He was neither happy nor sad but maybe a little lonely.  No one ever talked to him or even acted like they knew he was there.

Everyday he would just watch as the man and the woman made big warm loaves of taste bread. Sometimes he carried wood for the fire or washed the dishes, because he was a good elephant.

One day they made Lemon Poppy & Sunflower bread.

Because of the perfect combination of ingredients he woke up as if from a  magic spell.  “What am I doing in a bakery I am a wild animal. I belong outside in the sunshine! I want to see a sunflower not eat them.”

Because he wanted to see sunflowers and poppies and lemons that very minute he got up and walked straight out of the bakery.  The man and woman who had never noticed him suddenly felt very sad but they didn’t know why.

As soon as the elephant was outside he was greeted by a little girl who asked him his name. He thought and thought what his name could be until finally he remember the only words he knew from paper sign on the bread so he said “Sunflower.”

“I will call you Sunflower and you can play with me in the garden and come home and live with me.”
That is just what he did. But sometimes he would lift his trunk to sniff the big warm loaves of freshly baked bread. And Sunflower the Elephant and the little girl lived happily ever after in the garden next to the bakery.

The man and woman, for no reason that they could really think of, painted an elephant on one the wall of their bakery, and had a big fancy poster made for the other wall of wild furred finned and feathered beings After that they begin to call the place, where Sunflower the elephant once lived, Wild Flour Bread and they where no longer sad. Maybe they were even Happy.

    I wrote this as a prompt from Free Write Friday  It is to in the form  Pixar uses, and I must say, so many other tales of enchantment:

Once upon a time….

Every day…..

One day….

Because of that…

Because of that…

Until finally….

I had these pictures of the real Wild Flour Bread  and it’s wonderful garden where all the Sunflower seeds come, in my camera from this last weekend wanderings in Sanoma County. This is just as good a story as any, as to why there is an Elephant in the Bakery!