nut maniac

Your trunk smells something great. Your elephant mouth begins to water. Something in your brain flicks over. You must have whatever smells so good. You lift your trunk and trumpet. You use your primal strength to tear throuh the wall of the house. Your human thoughts are shoved rudely to the back of your mind. Trumpeting angrily, you charge off down the street, Bits of the doctors house still stuck on your back. Youre on a rampage and you love it. You crush cars and swing you tusks from side to side, scattering people and animals. Suddenly a little girl appears before you. Shes screaming in horror but your only interested in the little bag of peanuts shes holding thats giving off that wonderful smell.

Written by arachobia

Steal her nuts

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