"I think I'm a Boeing 747," confessed Elephant Boy to the Magician's Assistant.
"Nah, not enough baggage. You just remember too much," replied the Magician's Assistant.
"At least if I've had given someone a knife before, I'd have remembered it," Elephant Boy said. "I mean, how many people do you give knives to anyway?"
"So I've monumental memory lapses," the Magician's Assistant looked sheepish and laughed. "Here, take this. It may help."
"What's that?" Elephant Boy looked quizzically at the book in her hand. The title read: Hiding the Elephant: How Magicians Invented the Impossible and Learned to Disappear.
Heya. You can't be a plane or an elephant forever.
"Nah, not enough baggage. You just remember too much," replied the Magician's Assistant.
"At least if I've had given someone a knife before, I'd have remembered it," Elephant Boy said. "I mean, how many people do you give knives to anyway?"
"So I've monumental memory lapses," the Magician's Assistant looked sheepish and laughed. "Here, take this. It may help."
"What's that?" Elephant Boy looked quizzically at the book in her hand. The title read: Hiding the Elephant: How Magicians Invented the Impossible and Learned to Disappear.
Heya. You can't be a plane or an elephant forever.
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