THE STORY OF MACKY KOO-KOO

Copyright David Sparrow




This is the story of Macky Koo-koo and how his nose changed.


Once upon a time, very long ago, on the continent of Africa there lived an elephant named Macky Koo-koo. Now, Macky Koo-koo was much like the elephants we have today. He was very large, he had big floppy ears, and he had a little hairy tail. Macky Koo-koo was different in only one way. Macky Koo-koo had no trunk. Instead, in the middle of his face he had a pug nose, not much bigger than your own.


Now Macky Koo-koo was always up to mischief. He loved to sneak around the jungle scaring smaller animals. One day he snuck up on a sleeping lion. He was very quiet and he got very close and then... he let out a tremendous trumpet sound from his tiny nose. Rrrrrruuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrr.

Well, that noise scared the poor lion right out of his... skin.

When he had collected himself he said to Macky Koo-koo, "Macky Koo-koo, you'd better watch your step or one day you'll be sorry for all the scaring you've done." But did Macky Koo-koo listen?


No.

For on the very next day he snuck up on a sleeping tiger. He was very quiet and he got very close and then... he let out a tremendous trumpet sound from his tiny nose. Rrrrrruuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrr.

Well, that noise scared the poor tiger right out of his... stripes.

When he had collected himself he said to Macky Koo-koo, "Macky Koo-koo, you'd better watch your step or one day you'll be sorry for all the scaring you've done." But did Macky Koo-koo listen?


No.

For on the very next day he snuck up on a sleeping turtle. He was very quiet and he got very close and then... he let out a tremendous trumpet sound from his tiny nose. Rrrrrruuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrr.

Well, that noise scared the poor turtle right out of his... shell.

When he had collected himself he said to Macky Koo-koo, "Macky Koo-koo, you'd better watch your step or one day you'll be sorry for all the scaring you've done." But did Macky Koo-koo listen?


No.

For on the very next day Macky Koo-koo went looking for someone else to scare. He looked and he looked, but no one was asleep. Everyone was watching Macky Koo-koo. Just when he was about to give up, Macky Koo-koo heard a small noise. It sounded like very soft snoring, but he couldn't see anyone. Then out of the corner of his eye he spied a tiny door and window at the foot of a tall tree. He put his giant ear over the door and listened. The snoring was coming from inside. (This was the home of the widow mouse and her children.) Macky Koo-koo grinned a wicked grin on his big round face. He would scare them all.


Meanwhile, inside the mouse home, the Widow Mouse was well aware that Macky Koo-koo was at her door. Her children were just asleep and she wasn't going to have any old elephant waking them up. She must find away to stop him. She thought and she thought - until she thought up an idea. She went to the cupboard and undid the string the grocer had tied her cheese package with. She tied one end of the string tightly to her bed post and then waited at the door with the other.


Outside Macky Koo-koo was preparing to scare the whole mouse family. He bent down real low to the ground and put his tiny nose right up against the widow mouse's door. He was very quiet and he got very close. But, just before he could make a tremendous trumpet sound... Widow Mouse flung open the door and tied the string tightly around Macky Koo-koo's nose.

Macky Koo-koo was caught. He tried to stand up, but he couldn't. He tried to pull away, but the rope was too tight. He pulled and heaved and yanked and hauled and tugged and pulled some more... and although he got further and further away from the Widow mouse's door his nose never left it.


It s-t-r-e-t-c-h-e-d.


Macky Koo-koo's nose had become a trunk. He looked at his long nose and started to cry. The widow mouse felt sorry for him so she cut the string and let him go.


And from that day to this elephants have not been mean, they have had long trunks instead of short, pug noses and they have been terribly afraid of mice.


THE END.



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