Never forget an elephant

Just about to go off to the first of a series of classes on short story writing. We've had to read three stories in preparation. My favourite is one by Ernest Hemingway called Hills Like White Elephants.

It reminded me that I hadn't yet unpacked one of my souvenirs from India, a little brass elephant incense holder. I've called him Babu after a lovely man we met there.

Ok so he's not white, but then Hemingway's story isn't about elephants anyway!