Once there was an elephant called Greg. Greg lived in a trendy part of Shoreditch and he was incredibly happy there, he would go about his daily business and people would see him in the streets and wave, shouting, ‘There’s Greg, our wonderful elephant friend!’ He was a well loved character and occasionally gave small children lifts to and from school when their parents were busy. Every one loved Greg, until one day on Shoreditch high street a shop called ‘Greg’s the Bakers’ opened. Greg was wary of the new bakery, but the people of Shoreditch flocked there in their dozens to taste it’s wonderful pastries. The people then realised that pastries were making people put on weight and they started to despise the shop; they blamed Greg’s the Bakers for the obesity epidemic and yelled at Greg the elephant, linking him with the shop just because he had the same name and he was a large fellow; which he couldn't control he tried to explain to them that it was his genetics, as an elephant he was born to be a large size, but they just tutted and screamed at him. Greg went to visit Winston the wise old peacock from the apothecary around the corner, for some advice, Winston tried to explain why people stereotyped others, but he wasn’t too certain, even though Winston was such a wise fowl. Greg felt so unwelcomed and unhappy in Shoreditch he decided to leave to find pastures anew, which he found in the heart of Summerset, where he lived on an old farmer’s field, who was kind and loving. Greg was happy he farmer let him live with him without stereotypes or prejudices just because of his name. They lived happily and the farmer enjoyed rides around his fields every Tuesday and Thursday on Greg’s back as Greg’s way of saying thank you.
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