Once there was a giant elephant named Barnaby, but everyone called him the Wandering Garden. At some point in his long life, soft emerald moss began to blanket his ancient grey skin. Over time, wild foxgloves sprouting in deep purples and rosy pinks grew from the moss, and little clumps of bright blue cornflowers dotted his shoulders. He didn’t mind at all. In fact, he was very careful not to let his heavy tail swish away the pale-yellow butterflies that made their home in the flowers. On his walk to the watering hole, a long path of lush green grass and tiny, delicate flowers seemed to unfurl behind him, bringing a sense of life and wonder to everyone who saw him pass. Barnaby was happy to be a walking piece of nature.
