At home, Eze lifted the lid of an elephant-shaped box. Books, toy elephants, and a giant gray poster spilled across the floor.
“We’re going to the sanctuary today!” Eze shouted. Paper elephants fluttered toward the open door.
Eze packed the poster, toy elephant, and book into a canvas bag. Then he hurried after his parents.
At the sanctuary gate, the bag tipped over. Plop, plop, plop! The toys rolled away.
Eze scrambled after the rolling toys. His parents waited by the gate, laughing softly.
Beside the elephant enclosure, Eze held up his poster. He read, “Elephants use their trunks like hands.”
The elephant sprayed water through its trunk. Splash! The poster dripped, and everyone laughed.
Eze gently showed the elephant his toy and book. His parents pointed, listened, and took pictures.
The elephant lifted its trunk toward the toy. Eze whispered, “You like elephants, too!”
On the ride home, Eze sat between his parents. The soggy poster spread across his knees.
Eze leaned against his parents and hugged the toy elephant. “You are the best,” he said.
The family laughed and planned their next elephant adventure. Outside, the last sunbeams slipped across the road.