‘This, ladies and gentlemen, is the new exhibit I am most proud of.’

The group of dignitaries, sponsors and critics gathered round, those at the back craning their necks to get a clearer view.

Hans Schiedt was extremely proud of the natural life museum he had been brought in to reinvigorate.

The old building had been cleaned and varnished, the marble floors gleamed once more. Ancient exhibits that had been sterile and dust-covered now shone in new displays.

The key though was to make everything more interactive. ‘We have to attract families, children. Make it a fun experience to visit the museum,’ the board of directors had told him.

The invited group of guests had been wowed by the holographs, virtual reality experiences and the artificial intelligence guides. And now, his favourite renovation, one that he was sure all children would enjoy.

‘A working exhibit.’ He lifted the elephant’s tail,’the tail acts as a hand pump, the more you pump it, the better the results.’

The audience jumped backwards as the thick, brown substance plopped onto the floor.

‘It even has the scientifically correct scent,’ Hans beamed.

Copyright CE Ayr

Written as part of Sunday Photo Fiction. Write a story of around 200 words based on the photo prompt given (above). Hosted by Susan Spaulding. For more details visit HERE.

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53 responses to “THE ELEPHANT’S ARSE”

  1. (Substitute twitchy world leader–will leave to you to supply which country–for elephant, and you’re right there).
    I laugh, while I cry a li’l… 😉

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  2. Lol. This is definantly I guys story lol. But very funny. Why one would want to see this, I do t know, I would be quite disgusted. I know it comes with live elephants, but I’d rather be with or near a live elephant who did this, than one who is stuffed, the taxidermy part makes me sad.

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