Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Elephant Gas

In order to appreciate this story, you should probably be familiar with the cover of the book "The Gas We Pass: The Story of Farts" by Shinta Cho.

So here it is:

I walked into Daughter's room and she was on the bed on her back with her eyes closed and tongue sticking out. Something like this:

And she said, "I died because I smelled the back of the elephant."

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