AS a reward for surviving those numbers today, I adopted my velvety elephant.
I decided he was much too sweet-looking for all the expected monikers: Hannibal, Kala Nag or Hathi (the elephants in The Jungle Book), Modoc. I toyed with "Trombone."
In the end, I named him "Norbert," probably because the day I bought him I was reading Beany Malone, in which she's dating a boy named "Norbett." Norbert sounds better to me and I can call him "Bertie" for short.
Not to Forget Those Numbers
