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Once upon a time there was an elephant who did nothing all day.
He lived by himself in a little house away at the very top of a curling road.
From the elephant’s house this curling road went twisting away down and down until it found itself in a green valley where there was another little house, in which a butterfly lived.
One day the elephant was sitting in his little house and looking out of his window doing nothing (and feeling very happy because that was what he liked most to do) when along the curling road he saw somebody coming up and up toward his little house; and he opened his eyes wide, and felt very much surprised. “Whoever is that person who’s coming up along and along the curling road toward my little house?” the elephant said to himself.
And pretty soon he saw that it was the butterfly who was fluttering alone the curling road every so happily; and the elephant said: “My goodness, I wonder if he’s coming to call on me?” As the butterfly came nearer and nearer, the elephant felt more and more excited inside of himself. Up the steps of the little house came the butterfly and he knocked very gently on the door with his wing. “Is anyone inside?” he asked.
The elephant was ever so please, but he waited.
Then the butterfly knocked again with his wing, a little louder, but still very gently, and said: “Does anyone live here, please?”
Still the elephant never said anything because he was too happy to speak.
A third time the butterfly knocked, this time quite loudly, and asked: “Is anyone at home?” And this time the elephant said in a trembling voice: “I am.” The butterfly peeped in at the door and said: “Who are you, that live in this little house?” And the elephant peeped out at him and answered: “I am the elephant who does nothing all day.” “Oh,” said the butterfly, “and may I come in?” “Please do,” the elephant said with a smile, because he was very happy. So the butterfly just pushed the little door open with his wing and came in.
Once upon a time there were seven trees which lived beside the curling road. And when the butterfly pushed the door with his wing and came into the elephant’s little house, one of the trees said to one of the trees: “I think it’s going to rain soon.”
“The curling road will be all wet and will smell beautifully,” said another tree to another tree.
Then a different tree said to a different tree: “How lucky for the butterfly that he’s safely inside the elephant’s little house, because he won’t mind the rain”
But the littlest tree said: “I feel the rain already,” and sure enough, while the butterfly and the elephant were talking in the elephant’s little house away at the top of the curling road, the rain simply began falling gently everywhere; and the butterfly and the elephant looked out of the window together and they felt ever so safe and glad, while the curling road became all wet and began to smell beautifully just as the third tree had said.
Pretty soon it stopped raining and the elephant put his arm very gently around the little butterfly and said: “Do you love me a little?”
And the butterfly smiled and said: “No, I love you very much”
Then the elephant said: “I’m so happy, I think we ought to go for a walk together you and I: for now the rain has stopped and the curling road smells beautifully.”
The butterfly said: “Yes, but where shall you and I go?”
“Let’s go away down and down the curling road where I’ve never been,” the elephant said to the little butterfly. And the butterfly smiled and said: “I’d love to go with you away and away down the curling road- let’s go out the little door of your house and down the steps together- shall we?”
So they came out together and the elephant’s arm was very gently around the butterfly. Then the littlest tree said: “I believe the butterfly loves the elephant as much as the elephant loves the butterfly, and that makes me very happy, for they’ll love each other always”
Down and down the curling road walked the elephant and the butterfly.
The sun was shining beautifully after the rain.
The curling road smelled beautifully of flowers.
A bird began to sing in a bush, and all the clouds went away out of the sky and it was Spring everywhere.
When they came to the butterfly’s house, which was down in the green valley which had never been so green, the elephant said “Is this where you live?”
And the butterfly said “Yes, this is where I live.”
“May I come into your house?” said the elephant.
“Yes,” said the butterfly. So the elephant just pushed the door gently with his trunk and the came into the butterfly’s house. And then the elephant kissed the butterfly very gently and the butterfly said: “Why didn’t you ever before come down into the valley where I live?” and the elephant answered, “Because I did nothing all day. But now that I know where you live, I’m coming down the curling road to see you every day, if I may- and may I come?” Then the butterfly kissed the elephant and said “I love you, so please do.”
And every day after this the elephant would come down the curling road which smelled so beautifully (past the seven trees and the bird singing in the bush) to visit his little friend the butterfly.
And they loved each other always.