Olivia spent the majority of the morning playing with the baby elephant.
He seemed to take a great shine to us, but I knew we couldn't get too attached. "You know, he's not ours to keep." I tell Olivia. She sighs. "I know. So what now?" "Now, we return him." "But how?" Olivia asks. "What do you mean how?" "The man with the grey hair, did he give us a phone number or any way we can contact him?" I shake my head. "No." "Then how will he know if we found the elephant?"I shrug. "I don't know. He made it seem like he'd automatically know." Olivia nods. "Them let's hope he takes his sweet time getting to us."
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