The Story of Elephant Mountain
Once upon a time, long ago, there was a mountain called Elephant Mountain.
Elephant Mountain was small and grey and all the other mountains nearby never took any notice of him. The other mountains were large and magnificent, dressed in their cloaks of glittering snow and lush green forests. They were always telling stories, singing songs and talking about all manner of things.
Elephant Mountain was so quiet and never told any stories. Sometimes, the other mountains remembered the little grey mountain, and tried to speak to him. However, whenever they asked him a question, he would only smile and mumble a few words no one could understand. Some thought he had gone mad.
At night, when all the other mountains were fast asleep, Elephant Mountain revealed his true self. Ever so slowly, he would lift his enormous ears high up into the starry skies above. Eyes closed, he listened, and with those enormous ears of his, he could hear things from very far away.
Listening, he heard the dreams of all the mountains, woodlands, oceans and islands far, far away. Listening, he heard the dreams of all the people in the towns and villages far, far away. Listening, he heard the dreams of all souls on earth.
All night long, Elephant Mountain listened to the dreams of the world. They say that he is still listening.
Forever the guardian of the night.