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The C-12 Huron transport plane climbed, climbed, climbed, then evened out.

“This is crazy. Why are we doing this?” said Rick.

“Research, man, research. Science and stuff.”

The nervous elephants trumpeted and stomped in place.

Rick shook his head. “We ain’t in no Disney movie!”

“That’s why they’re wearing parachutes.”

For this story, I asked my family to suggest two nouns and a verb. My father suggested elephant, parachute, and stomp.