This was one of those stories that were so deep one had to read it over and over. From the surface, the story was just about a man reading the newspaper and finding out that an elephant was missing. He then tried to figure out why or how it vanished, but to no avail. This elephant fiasco made him feel empty for some reason, unlike everyone else who seemed to just accept the disappearance. The narrator was such an odd character with this elephant obsession of his. He also seemed really lonely: waking up (presumably) alone in his house and having bombed a date with a lady editor which was weird because he was supposed to be the Public Relations man in his company. Weird or not, I myself wanted to know as well what actually happened to the elephant, or why the Lady Editor was in the story in the first place. I guess, like most people in the story, I just accepted the fact that the elephant was gone.
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