Intro: I feel bad for cheating on last week's story. I am struggling with how to write the next story, so I am taking a break. Here is another Edgar the Elephant story. It takes place right after the first one ends. I will add this as a disclaimer: These stories may take place in the real world but they are not realistic. If you have an issue with that, I would recommend not reading them.
Edgar the Elephant was cold. His feet were blue and his trunk had icicles. His co-workers donated scarves and blankets to try and help but even being all wrapped up, he was still miserable.
Working with the elves had been nice. When he arrived at the North Pole they immediately welcomed him.
His first assignment was to help build dollhouses. It didn't work very well since he only had one trunk while everyone else had two hands.
Next he was assigned to help paint the already built toys. Though he tried as hard as he could, his never turned out how it was suppose to. Elephants are color blind.
He went to help at the stables with the reindeer but he couldn't fit through the door. When the reindeer were outside, they were nervous to have such a large fellow around.
Feeling depressed about the whole thing, Edgar sat and drew pictures in the snow with his trunk.
An older elf saw and patted Edgar gently on the back. “I need someone big and strong to help me.
The elf led the way through the trees until they reached a clearing. A large tree was laying on its side and several elves were trying to move it.
Happy to be of use, Edgar easily picked up the large tree and carried it back to the house.
Once there, he helped decorate it and even put the star on top.
When it was all done, Edgar wished his new friends goodbye and headed south. Something warmer that didn't require hands would be nice.
The reindeer flew over head, sleigh in tow and Edgar mused. A job with wings sounded fun.
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