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|| Monday, May 21, 2007 ||

Black Sunday

Today, somewhere around 1130 to 1220, along the Avda de la Constitucion to the first turning the St Maria Cathedral in Sevilla, Spain, I lost Lumpy.

I searched for an hour, nearing two, combing the streets, asking merchants and passer-bys if they had seen my elephant, but I still could not find him.

He was 8 inches tall, hair that was always flat and the pink thread on his left front paw was frayed and a French tricolour ribbon around his neck.

I have no idea how I lost him. My most vivid last memory of Lumpy was dropping him on the floor - did i forget to pick him up when Kai Xuan called; or did I pick him up and did he fall from my bag; to be picked up by some random stranger? If so by whom? A tourist? A child or a Spaniard? Whatever it is, one thing is clear: I have lost him. Heffridge Trumpler Bumpet Heffalump IV who has been my companion these past nine months, I have lost him.

So I have sent for another Lumpy from the United States to be sent to my French address by the fastest possible shipment.

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To make myself feel better, this will be how the story goes, and unless you want to see my cry, you will play along:

When I dropped Lumpy, I dropped him on the tram tracks and Lumpy, the poor elephant, had a terrible tram accident and had to have a full body transplant. So a new body had to be flown in from the States, because you can find everything there; the operation taking place in France, because I´m fond of Spain; but I´m not leaving Lumpy to Spanish doctors.

New Lumpy is exactly like Old Lumpy: friendly, laughing and adorable. But I believe the transplant also effected a sort of personality change. The New Lumpy is a lot less reserved - Old Lumpy, the precious, was always on the wrong side of shy - and with distinct French characteristics. I suppose it has to do with the French delivery; but anyway it was always a sore point with me that Old Lumpy was born in Singapore; New Lumpy however is authentically and completely French, having been delivered and rebuilt in France and having spent his formative days there. And I do like the French. So all is well.

The New Lumpy has the slightest French accent which he will not get rid of because he knows it makes him endearing; he also like croissants, wine, baguettes, the countryside, the seaside and oysters... and cheese, yes even cheese. He also openly admires the new French President whom he thinks is a wonderful man and secretly wants to be a member of the UMP (the President´s Party, you see). Which is good; every boy should have a passion and I´m glad his is political. The New Lumpy is also outgoing and, I´m sorry to say, very much of a flirt. He, was born cute, knows it and unfortunately unscrupulously uses it. It does not help that he is naturally good with the girls and likes teasing them so. But in the end, New Lumpy is like the old - a good boy at heart; a good boy in soul and a friend for all seasons - though orange autumn afternoons, cold winter nights, fresh spring days and hot summer evenings.

So dear friends if you have loved the Old Lumpy, love the New for he really just the Old. Not completely as before, not entirely unaltered; but at core and at heart, still the Lumpy of Old. Who leaves for exchange and comes back exactly the same anyway. So love the New Lumpy for him; and love the New Lumpy for me.

But still - if one day, you should walk down the Avda de la Constitucion in Sevilla, Spain and hear a little purple elephant trumpeting, a little elephant 8 inches tall, with flat hair, a fray on his front left paw and a French tricolour ribbon around his neck; he is my elephant, my Heffridge Heffalump. Please take him, and keep him, and then, please bring him back to me.