Elephants Never Forget
Once upon a time and a half (it was made by a trade union member, O Best Beloved), there was a Plastic Elephant. Elephants never forget (that is a thing to remember, O Best Beloved) and this one had so much in his memory that he remembered ancient elephants and how they were powerful and strong and dependable. He was sure that his small plastic self would never live up to those shape-ancestors, and it made him sad.
The Plastic Elephant lived at the broadcasting house of a radio station that played mostly music. He was called their mascot and sat every day on the desk beside the computer that they stored records on.
There was always and ever more music to keep on hand, however, and one day the Radio People sighed and wished that there computer had more memory.
The Plastic Elephant was filled with delight, for (did you remember that elephants never forget, O Best Beloved) his own memory was endless and now he could share it with the Radio People who gave him a home. Here was the answer to his dreams. Here, he too could be powerful and strong and dependable, like his shape-ancestors. He bent, and thrust his trunk into the right computer socket, and behold, the computer now had all the memory it needed.
And that, O Best Beloved, is why all wise people keep a Plastic Elephant beside their computer, so that they too will never run out of memory.
