Lambkin And Roberta Grass Analysis

Lambkin and Rufus Grass

(and by Rufus Grass I mean… well you’ll see)

One upside down, orange sunrise morning, Lambkin was dizzily cartwheeling his way to school along the same dirt path that he always took. It was a narrow dirt road that took him past some very interesting sites. One of these sites was a large, blue, glittery lake and another was a wall of grassy rock that jutted out at the top to make a sort-of craggy roof. On this particular day, under the craggy, sort-of roof, there stood, no less than, an enormous, (and when I say enormous I mean very big), grey elephant. Now I know you must be saying that of course he was grey, because all elephants are grey, but nevertheless, he was grey, so I will continue. Lambkin took one look at that big, grey elephant and he smiled a
All while his mind was flipping through the big book of naughtiness, to his very favorite page, page number 13, to the section clearly and quite boldly marked...wait for it...naughty things to do with the help of an elephant! Number one; find a lake. Bingo! (And when I say bingo I mean, remember there is a lake right there! By the grey elephant! ) Number two; get on the grey elephant and ride him to the lake, get him to fill his trunk with water and ride him to the school. When the principal runs out sputtering and spitting from his angry red face about the dangers of wild gray elephants in the parking lot...swoosh! Let him have it, (and by it I mean a face full of nasty, stinky elephant trunk water.) It was all so exciting,( and when I say exciting I mean “fraught with danger”,) that Lambkin was giddy with naughtiness. He trotted right up to the elephant. “Pick me up.” He shouted, leaping up to yell into his big flapping ear. The elephant just swatted his tail and turned