Read by Rachel Spicer
The mighty Elephant thundered along the jungle path, the trees shaking in his wake.
“Oooh!” panted the Monkey, swinging along the vines besides him. “Where do you go in such a hurry?”
The Elephant cast him a contemptuous glance, and slowed his pace a fraction. “I go to the woods, beneath the falls, below the mountain of the moon,” he trumpeted. “There to eat my fill of the delicious fruit that hangs from the trees.”