Yet another elephant pradakshina

Unable to wait for Independence Day, the elephants set out on another pradakshina of Holy Arunachala. Seeing them starting out, the four cubses (who had effortlessly been restored to their cubsy forms at Bhagavan's Feet the day before) quickly OMed themselves into elefinks to go along too.





No sooner had they set out than some "swamis" stopped by Spotty and Med Tiger's cave.



This did not go unnoticed.



Hobbler's friends soon got word to the elephant pradakshina party.



"But there is no spotted lepudd in our party," said one of the biggest elephants. "This is an all-elephant expedition."

"Just tell that littlest elephant," said the monkey, "that Jagaswami and two friends are snooping into Spotty's cave and Med Tiger is over drinking coffee with Mum Lioness, and did not lock up."

"Spotty's cave!" said Unca Tuskers. "Let me set this to rights. Spotty is that dear little lepudd who helped rescue the boar with me and some little lion cubses!"

Unca Tuskers dashed back and rousted the intruders.



He soon caught up with the group again. In a little while they were ommst run off the path by Unca Krishnamoorhty.

"No gathering in large groups!" shouted Unca Krishnamoorthy. "There is a most terrible lice curse, cast by the pixies! Disperse at once. No more than two may gather at any time, and that only for pressing business."



One of the biggest elephants let out a huge whoop of laughter and explained, "Nothing sticks to our hides but vibhuti! We are specially evolved that way ... very spirichal creechurs ... very spirichal indeed ..." He rested a huge foot on Unca Krishnamoorthy's truck, settling in for a nice chat about the highly evolved qualities of elephants.



"Kindly remove your foot from my BRAND NEW TRUCK!" roared Unca Krishnamoorthy, panicking that his beautiful new truck would never be the same again.

Meanwhile, Om-elly and Spotty-elly had hopped into the truck trailer, thinking this looked like a very fun way to do pradakshina.



They had to be sternly reminded by their elders that this would not count as a real pradakshina.

The moment they had hopped off, Unca Krishnamoothy sped off in search of more delicate-footed creatures to warn.