Apathy Jack writes:
The Babar the Elephant book is sitting in front if me. I pick it up and start reading it. I remember reading it as a small Boy and enjoying it and imagining I was friends with Babar, his constant Companion during all of his adventures. He went to the Moon, I went with him. He fought Tomb Raiders in Egypt, I fought alongside him. He rescued his elephant girlfriend from Ivory Hunters on the Savanna, I coordinated the getaway. I loved that goddamn Elephant and I loved being his friend. In a childhood full of unhappiness and rage, Babar is one of the few pleasant memories that I have. Me and Babar, kicking some motherfucking ass.
- from A Million Little Pieces, by James Frey