After some gut wrenching, soul searching debate, they decided not to cut the elephant from the show.
And last night, it danced. Shook it's money maker. Got down with it's own bad self.
I was giddy with delight.
Sometimes, you just need a dancing elephant.
1 comment:
Should we start calling you Dr. Doolittle? Have the animals started talking (as well as dancing)?
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