Once upon a time there was a drunk elephant named Ormin. Ormin dreamed of one day being a champion
waffle, but he was highly allergic to anything that reminded him of his mother.
So Ormin decided that the best career for an intoxicated pachyderm such as himself was to join the local circus as a trapeze artist. Gathering up his courage (and his empty vodka bottles), Ormin trudged off in the direction he thought would lead him to the circus. But unfortunately for Ormin, there was no circus. It had all been one insanely realistic hallucination. Ormin walked straight into the ocean and was swept out to sea by the strong currents.
Tumbling around in the waves, Ormin's only regret was that he hadn't broght a fork, a spoon, or any alcohol.
