Some elephants fly and, of those, some may be pink. No elephant ever forgets, but a luminescent elephant of purpled patterns may be the most fantastic kind, I think.
Would chorology tell where to find this splendid beast, perhaps somewhere twixt its African kin and the other relatives–the ones to the east?
Would grass satisfy the nutritional needs of such creature’s brilliant coat or does it prefer exotic flowers–those with a spicy note?
Rarest gems are often sought to be caught for financial gain, but there is no nummary reward that merits taking advantage of a pachyderm’s pane.
Christmas lights are perennial for just one season a year. How amazing would it be, though, to have perennial company of a glowy purply-derm–everyday–near and dear?
Elephants remember so well because they travel the Dunstable road, living both right and bright; the violet ones, of course, as well, express a noblest mode that is always out of sight. ; )