HE BIRTHED YET ANOTHER.I told Josh not to play God, but he wouldn't listen."What are you gonna call it?" I asked, but he didn't look up from his book. He turned the page with just the right amount of apathy as if to say, "how the hell should I know."That's it, I thought, that's what you get. "The Elephino?" I asked."That's a stupid pun," he said, under his breath, "I hate puns.""Yeah.

" I supposed Josh had a point; it wasn't right to name a thing after some novel word play. There are far too many expectations that come with that. For instance, what if some day he did know, and everyone still assumed he didn't. Or maybe he still didn't know, but he wanted to give it some thought. Sometimes you just need a little time to consider things. With a name like the elephino, people will jump to conclusions, like they know what you're thinking. When sometimes you don't even know what you're thinking."Will you leave me alone now?" Josh asked.

"Okay," I said, "but give it some thought."He nodded for me to stop talking and then told me to get a blog, like you tell someone to get a life. I didn't care for that much. I already had a blog anyway. I had a few.