It was a quiet evening at the Regal Grand Cinema, and the concession stand was buzzing with the usual smell of buttery popcorn and overpriced nachos.
Just as the previews were about to start, the front doors swung open dramatically.
In walked a man… with a full-grown elephant.
Yes. An actual elephant. Right through the lobby.
People dropped their sodas. A child screamed “MOMMY LOOK!” And the ticket clerk nearly swallowed his gum.
Naturally, the theater manager, a thin man with glasses and a clipboard permanently glued to his hand, came sprinting down the hallway.
“Sir, SIR,” he panted, catching up to the unusual pair. “I—I’m afraid I can’t let your elephant in here.”
The man smiled calmly and patted the elephant on its trunk. “Oh, don’t worry. He’s **very well-behaved. Doesn’t even talk during movies. Doesn’t kick seats. Quiet as a mouse.””
The manager blinked. “…Are you serious?”
“Completely,” the man nodded. “He even prefers romantic comedies.”
After a long pause—and one more confused glance at the elephant’s gentle eyes—the manager reluctantly sighed.
“Well… alright then. But if he eats anyone’s popcorn, you’re paying for it.”
The man grinned. “Deal.”
Two hours later…
The crowd spilled out of the theater, chatting about the plot, the twist ending, and whether or not it deserved a sequel.
The elephant ambled calmly behind his owner, not disturbing a soul.
The manager, still stunned, approached again.
“I’ve gotta say, I’m genuinely surprised. That was one of the most peaceful screenings we’ve had in weeks. Your elephant didn’t make a sound. He even seemed to be enjoying the movie!”
The man nodded and looked down at his large, grey companion.
“Yeah, I was surprised too.”
The manager smiled. “He’s quite the movie fan, huh?”
The man shrugged.
“Not really. He hated the book.”
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