so the elephant’s child went home across africa frisking and whisking his trunk. when he wanted fruit to eat he pulled fruit down from a tree, instead of waiting for it to fall as he used to do. when he wanted grass he plucked grass up from the ground, instead of going on his knees as he used to do. when the flies bit him he broke off the branch of a tree and used it as fly-whisk; and he made himself a new, cool, slushy-squshy mud-cap whenever the sun was hot. when he felt lonely walking through africa he sang to himself down his trunk, and the noise was louder than several brass bands.