Happy Wednesday! This comes to you from my sofa, and a headachey me who's managed to rally enough to break out the laptop - you'd better appreciate my dedication! Only joking... (but really, flowers would be nice. Having said that, there's a rather lovely bunch of red roses on my coffee table, courtesy of the hubby).
When You're Not Looking episode two was inspired by the ever-changing aspect of the British skies, and several rainy train journeys. I may have stolen an idea or two from a favourite childhood story and its Disney film adaptation; does anyone remember A. A. Milne's Heffalump? I just loved that image of him floating through the air, spurting water everywhere...
When You're Not Looking...
...large grey elephants ride roughshod across the cobalt skies. Or skies which would be cobalt if you were near the equator, but I am referring strictly to English skies, for which description I have never found a particular shade of blue suitable. Anyway, these elephants parade triumphantly across the blue (whatever shade it might be), ears flapping and trunks curled, celebrating the freedom of their ethereal savannah.
When you are looking, the elephants cleverly shroud themselves in a dispersive fog, known to us as "cloud", which most definitely bears their distinctive grey colour. If these disguise mechanisms appear white, you can be certain that the elephant in question bathed that day, and is floating in a heady mix of cloud and talcum powder. Most often, however, the elephant-fog closely resembles its animal counterpart - large, grey, and heavy. Behind these mysterious veils, the elephants take great delight in racing one another, particularly over moors and large hill ranges where there are obvious markers for the track. They also engage in water fights on a frequent basis, having filled up their trunks over rivers, lakes, or the sea. The most popular air space for this activity seems to be Wales, which is unfortunate for the Welsh people who are frequently the victims of the elephants' over-enthusiasm.
In Autumn and Winter when the young elephants are restless, their parents send them off to battle camp, where they learn to fight against other elephant groups. The armoury consists mainly of water, a weapon for which childhood water fights have prepared them, and cannons which fire scatterings of hard ice crystals. Battles are often accompanied by loud and fierce trumpeting, a phenomenon known to the unsuspecting human as "thunder". When the King of the Sky Elephants (an ancient of the Heffalumpia tribe) considers things to be getting out of hand, he unleashes his pet dragon, Lumine Rex - a few flashes of fire seem to calm everyone down rapidly. After the excitement, the young elephants are flown high up into the Lake District nurseries to sleep, and the grown-ups continue their stately parade through the blue.
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