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Coming back inside, Irving eventually came upon Anna, the Drooling Giant.
She greeted him with a slobbery kiss…
…tried to bite his crinkly ears…
…and tickled his soft belly.
And then she discovered his trunk. (It looked a lot like her momma’s index finger, but was much softer.)
She promptly put in her mouth. Again and again and again.
With his foot being squeezed and his trunk being gummed, Irving tried to imagine the future that lay ahead of him if he stayed with this giant. The drooling. The dragging. The squeezing. The squealing.
And thinking about these things, Irving was happy. So very happy. He had found his purpose.
P.S. Anna’s mother’s finger was very happy too.
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(Many thanks to certain family members for the
use of your Christmas gifts and your arranging expertise.
Also to my sweet girls for your enthusiastic help with the story.)