Eating Cake.

I live in a smallish town. Very plain-Jane, as ordinary as they come, compared at. Except for the woman, Llwyn, who rides her elephant everywhere, much like a cowboy to his horse. The town had tried to stop her out of fear of the unknown and the sheer oddity of the whole situation, but there were actually no ordinances in the town’s books about elephants; added clauses, ratifications, amendments; nothing. She was actually breaking no laws to speak of. Who could stop on a rampaging elephant anyways if it were to decide it had had enough one day. The town planned on putting it to a vote at the next board meeting with hopes to enact new legislation about cowgirls and elephants. The trouble is, Llwyn and her Elephant attract tourist and are good for business.