Here is a short story about a boy who went to the store. It is probably only a few paragraphs long.

There was a boy. He lived in a house on a street in a town. His street intersected with another street and formed a corner a few houses down from his house. On this corner, there was a store. The store sold a few different kinds of things. The boy decided that he wanted one of these things so he went to the store with some money, with which he intended to buy the thing that he wanted.

The boy walked down the street to the store. He walked through the door and wandered through the store's aisles until he found the thing that he had wanted. He brought the thing to the clerk working at the store. The clerk asked him for an amount of money, and the boy handed him approximately that amount. The clerk handed the boy a smaller amount of money and the boy took his thing and left the store.

The boy took his thing down the street toward his house. The thing was an elephant. It was very big, much bigger than the boy. The elephant did not fit through the door of the boy's house, so he walked the elephant around the side of his house to the gate that led into his backyard. The boy's house was a very famous European museum of art, so the boy was careful not to let the elephant cause any distress to the many patrons flocking about the museum who were drinking coffee and talking to one another about philosophers. There was a gate leading to the backyard of the museum, which was not much of a backyard at all but more of a loading dock for the trucks which made deliveries to the shops surrounding the museum. There were also a few giant dumpsters in the boy's backyard and they made the backyard smell awful, so the boy decided that was no place for an elephant. He marched the elephant back toward the street in front of the museum.

The street that the boy's house and the corner store sat upon was a very busy interstate highway called I-95 that stretched all the way from Maine to Miami. Cars darted across it faster than the eye could pick them apart. Some of these cars were blue, some of them were 18-wheeler trucks that spewed black smoke into the air. The boy felt very unsafe walking along the side of this street, but he worried even more about the safety of his elephant. The boy, whose name was Troy, wondered if this was a good place to raise an elephant. Troy didn't know very much about elephants, but he was pretty sure that his elephant wouldn't be happy living in an art museum, or on the shoulder of a busy highway. Maybe, thought Troy, I should just take the elephant back to the store so it could be bought by someone who would give it a good home.

Troy paraded his elephant, whom he had earlier named 'Hippo the elephant', back toward the corner store. The corner store was not actually on a corner, as there are no intersections on busy interstate highways because that would be incredibly dangerous.

Troy walked inside the store and told the clerk that he wished to return his elephant. The clerk politely explained to the boy that this store was a Burdines, and that it was ridiculous to try and return an elephant here because all we sell at Burdines is clothing and footwear, and in the future, please do not bring pets into the store. The boy took his elephant and left.