Short Story The Dog and the Elephant ( StoryNory)
There was once an elephant who belonged to a maharajah of India and
who lived in great style. The Maharajah’s personal chef prepared great
quantities of rice for the elephant to eat every day – not just any old
rice, but fluffy, savoury smelling basmati rice, with cardamon pods,
cloves, cumin seeds and a touch of red saffron – a dish fit for a king
or queen.
Now in the same palace there also lived a dog who belonged to one of the servants. He was not nearly so lucky as the elephant, and had to get by on a few dollops of butter called ghee or a spoonful or two of lentils called dhal for his breakfast. In the mornings, he would pass by the stable where the elephant lived and take in the wonderful smell of the rice. How he loved that aroma! But oh, how hungry it made him feel.
One day, the dog could hold back no longer. He slipped through a gap under the door to the stable, and saw the elephant eating his breakfast.
Now neither the dog nor the elephant, nor indeed the dog’s rightful owner, was happy about this occurrence. The elephant keeper made up a story that the dog had run away. The elephant did not believe such a thin tale, and pined for his friend. He refused to eat his rice, no matter how tasty the chef made it. The Maharaja noticed how the prized elephant was growing thin, and sent his personal doctor to find out the cause.
The elephant keeper knew right away that the dearest friend of the elephant was the dog. He told this to his master, and said that somebody had taken him away.
The Maharaja, when he heard this, put out a proclamation that whoever had taken the dog from the Royal Elephant Stables must return him or face severe punishment. The wealthy man heard this news, and hastily returned the dog to the elephant keeper. And the elephant keeper, who had spent most of the money he had received for the dog, returned a few rupees to the man. And in this way the two great friends, the dog and the elephant, were once again united, and both of them ate Royal Rice and thrived in each other’s company. More importantly than food, they had love and friendship.
Now in the same palace there also lived a dog who belonged to one of the servants. He was not nearly so lucky as the elephant, and had to get by on a few dollops of butter called ghee or a spoonful or two of lentils called dhal for his breakfast. In the mornings, he would pass by the stable where the elephant lived and take in the wonderful smell of the rice. How he loved that aroma! But oh, how hungry it made him feel.
One day, the dog could hold back no longer. He slipped through a gap under the door to the stable, and saw the elephant eating his breakfast.
Now neither the dog nor the elephant, nor indeed the dog’s rightful owner, was happy about this occurrence. The elephant keeper made up a story that the dog had run away. The elephant did not believe such a thin tale, and pined for his friend. He refused to eat his rice, no matter how tasty the chef made it. The Maharaja noticed how the prized elephant was growing thin, and sent his personal doctor to find out the cause.
The elephant keeper knew right away that the dearest friend of the elephant was the dog. He told this to his master, and said that somebody had taken him away.
The Maharaja, when he heard this, put out a proclamation that whoever had taken the dog from the Royal Elephant Stables must return him or face severe punishment. The wealthy man heard this news, and hastily returned the dog to the elephant keeper. And the elephant keeper, who had spent most of the money he had received for the dog, returned a few rupees to the man. And in this way the two great friends, the dog and the elephant, were once again united, and both of them ate Royal Rice and thrived in each other’s company. More importantly than food, they had love and friendship.
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