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came Grandpa Elephant, shuffle-shuffle-shuffle.
"Ye-ey! Look at my stocking," cried Little Elephant as he ran over to the fireplace. It was long and bumpy and full of queer bulges. He trotted back upstairs, waving the stocking in his trunk.
Then the rest of the family followed him and climbed up onto Father Elephant's large bed to watch Little Elephant empty his stocking.
He put in his trunk and brought out a big bunch of bananas. "Mmmm!" he cried, as he peeled one and popped it into his mouth. Then he peeled one for Father and one for Mother and one for Grandpa Elephant.
The next thing he pulled out was a wonderful brass trumpet. As soon as he had swallowed his banana Little Elephant wrapped his trunk around the horn and blew, "TOOT-toot! TOOT-toot!"
