develop this into a novel:
Elephant Shot Dead After Crashing Party
Tusker, we hardly knew thee.
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i saw that, too. sounds like a hemingway story, maybe. better yet, john irving.
aw, sad. if no one was hurt, why'd they have to shoot it? and it'd be hard to turn it into a novel without seeming to copy Orwell, which is sad, because Tusker seems like a worthy character.
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