Perspective story- Dumbo's Mom

A Mother's Tale

From the moment they first saw him, the other elephants were jealous. Admittedly, those ears didn't help matters, but I still think they make him even more adorable.

Oh, my poor babe!

I suppose, I shouldn't have done it. It wasn't my place to discipline such a poor excuse for a human. But NEVER! In all my years as a devoted performer of the arts have I ever witnessed such behavior, and I have witnessed some bad ones. It's hard not to see the ugly of the world when you've been most everywhere. Being a part of a circus, you meet all sorts of people, but never in that time have any crossed the line and entered our territory without permission. Stupid boy. Did he have no manners? What did they expect me to do? Less than a day old and already my poor baby is put in danger. He is my only son and I will do anything to protect him.

This is just so unfair!

That vile little spawn dared to touch my child and they expected me to let it go unpunished.

I'll admit, however, that I may have gotten a bit carried away that day. Normally I am the mildest temper compared to the others here, who take airs and act as though it is a privilege for this circus to have them.

Fools! All of them!

One mistake and they lock you away and throw away the key. If I'd known what would happen I would have spanked him a little harder. Maybe then he'd think twice next time he dares bully another helpless creature. Just thinking about him makes my blood boil anew.

I barely know my child a day and already we were separated.

Ohhh, what a cruel hand fate dealt to us?

Fools they are to take my child away at such a delicate young age. I can't help but cry for the loss of time we face. And did they treat him well?

No!

They put him to work immediately in my stead without training and expected him not mess up.

Fools!

It a miracle he's still alive. Was he safe from the cruel judgment of my peers? Hardly, they sent him back among those harpies who not only abandon him but actively shun him. An innocent baby left alone to fend for himself, and it's a mouse of all creatures who offers him any kindness.

It's not what I would have wished for but his seems to have done a satisfactory job in helping my Dumbo. Though after that act he came up with I'm tempted to stomp on him a few times as well as that idiot ring master. I could hear the screams of terror coming from the big top and, despite best my efforts otherwise, I was helpless but to pray for my baby's safety.

It was a great relief when that mouse, Timothy, brought him by, and I still cry thinking about that bittersweet moment. It was precious and too short, but he was clearly exhausted and needed to be put to bed.

After that things just seemed to get worse. I seriously think they were trying to kill him.

My poor baby!

How terrified he must felt. Then once again, I heard the screams from the tent and thought the worst. Only to learn he could fly! It's a miracle is all I can say and now looking back. I can't say things didn't turn out for the best. My son is a star and will never again be placed in such danger. But as I watch him carefully from our private quarters on the caboose, and far from those who once tormented my son, my only fear now is that I wish he wouldn't fly so high.