The Short Life of Marvin the Mammoth

My entire life was flipped upside down when a gigantic mammoth fell from the sky, shattered my roof, and destroyed my house right as I was about to walk in.

Although I lost everything I had, I gained something more important: A friend. Marvin, aka Marffles, the mammoth and I ended up going everywhere and doing everything together. I rode to work on top of my dearest Marffles every day. “Morning Paul!” I waved to my boss as he parked.

I worked a lot of overtime at that job. Feeding a Mastodon is expensive! To cut costs, I sold my house and built a live-in howdah to sit on Marffles’ back. I could live right on top of my best friend!

"Nice mammoth!" I heard someone call one morning. "It's not a mammoth, it's a mastodon," I called back. I peeked from my howdah. "I wasn't talking to you," said a man below, "I was talking to her!" He pointed at a mammoth standing across the street. A woman sat astride its hump.

They moved towards the mastodon icon. Suddenly, he tried to grab my howdah. I raced across the street, firing at the icon. It is now full of loopholes. The mammoth fell into a hole. The man finally got it, but there were no more bullets. "Take this." I handed him the marffle.