Amazing Elephants by Will Matthews

I stood in front of the audience; my heartbeat a horse's hooves pounding at the speed of light. I knew my lines. I knew what i had to say, had to do, had to act. Yet i was frozen in time as the audience stares on, surely it has been a whole minute. Finally i utter the words "The amazing elephants!" and present them with a sweep of my tiny arm. As i go back to my corner of the stage, my kindergarten teacher, Mrs. Barunburgee, says i did great. I'm convinced she's just trying to do damage control on my ever so fragile ego, afraid it would shatter like a baseball-targeted window, not wanting me to burst into tears on stage.