Pasha Clicks a Pic

Pasha’s brother had got him a digital camera for his birthday. It was a sleek, shiny little thing. The best part was Pasha could copy his photos onto Facebook for all his friends to see.

“There’s so much to click in Perth,” said Pasha delightedly. He took pictures of flowers and towers, trees and bees, bright lights and historic sites. His photo albums got lots of nice comments.

But Pasha wasn’t happy. “I’m not in any of my own pictures,” he said sadly, as he sat on a park bench trying to get a duck to pose for him.

“Quack!” said the duck. “You’ve got a long trunk. Just turn the camera around and take your own picture.”

Pasha thought this was an excellent idea. He stretched his trunk out as far as he could. Click! What a wonderful picture!

Pasha’s mum didn’t think much of his photo though.

“Very nice,” she wrote, on his Facebook page. “What’s happened to your trunk though? You look like you’re blowing your nose into the camera.”

Which, of course, was not a pretty sight.

A Hitch in the Stitch

SNIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIFFFFF! Pasha had a bit of a cold. When an elephant has a cold it’s a terrible thing, because it takes an awful long time to blow a trunk.

“Have you got a cold, Pasha?” asked his Chinese friend, Lily. “You should dress warmly.”

“But I am dressed warmly,” snuffled Pasha. He was wearing a huge cardigan and a great black coat and two pairs of socks. How much warmer could he get?

“You need a scarf,” went on Lily. “I’ll knit one for you.”

“Thank you very much,” said Pasha politely, although he wasn’t quite sure scarves were quite his thing.

“Let’s see,” said Lily. “How many balls of wool will I need?”

Now that was puzzle indeed. How many balls of wool DID it take to make a scarf for an elephant?
“Well, I’m giving the sheep good business,” said Pasha to himself, and he trundled away, leaving Lily to work out the answer.