We all know how babies come into the world: my colleagues and I bring them to couples whose numbers are pulled from a random drawing or to those who write to our corporation to request a baby.
I'm ashamed to say I've never been very good at my job. For example, my first assignment was to deliver a baby fox; however, before I left to drop off the baby, one of my co-workers and I accidentally grabbed the wrong address. As a result, the fox was raised by a mother hen, and a fox mother received a chick.
When I dropped off a litter of kittens with a cat a few weeks later, I accidentally grabbed an extra bundle, which turned out to be a baby mountain lion. The poor thing spent his entire life wondering how it was that he grew up to be so much larger than his parents and siblings.
Once we discovered that we had a few extra human babies. I was given one and told to find a couple that deserved this sweet bundle of joy but had not yet received any infants from our agency. I found a loving home for the little one, but I accidentally gave her to a family that already had four children.
This morning my boss informed me, "I am giving you one final chance, and if you make the slightest mistake, don't bother returning to work tomorrow! Deliver this baby elephant to the circus. Mrs. Jumbo's been expecting him for quite some time now."
"Yes, sir," I replied, "and don't worry about a thing. What could possibly go wrong?"
I wasn't counting on how heavy the baby elephant would be to carry. I hope I arrive at the circus before the train leaves.
Even if I am a day or two late, what could happen? I'll just throw in a little ceremony instead of just dropping him over the circus and hoping he lands in the right cage. That would make up for any delays, wouldn't it?
Besides, the baby elephant is adorable. It's not like he has some abnormal feature that will make him an outcast.
Nothing could possibly go wrong now!