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Katherine Applegate

The One and Only Ivan

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    Reading stories would make a fine way to fill my empty hours.
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    LVERBACK!”

    Sadly, I cannot read, although I wish I could. Reading stories would make a fine way to fill my empty hours.

    Once, however, I was
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    The names are mine, but they’re not me. I am Ivan, just Ivan, only Ivan.
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    Kinyani moves closer. Her shoulder brushes mine, and we let the sun soak into our fur. Together
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    grooming
    Is there anything sweeter than the touch of another as she pulls a dead bug from your fur?
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    I’m not painting what I see in front of me. A banana. An apple. I’m painting what I see in my head. Things that don’t exist.

    At least, not yet
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    They’re surrounded by rocks and trees and grass and room to wander.

    It’s a wild cage. A zoo. I see where it begins, and where it ends, the wall that says you are this and we are that and that is how it will always be.

    It’s not a perfect place. Even in just a few fleeting seconds on my TV screen, I can see that. A perfect place would not need walls.
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    There is a cluttered, musty store near my cage.

    They sell an ashtray there. It is made from the hand of a gorilla
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    But many days I forget what I am supposed to be. Am I a human? Am I a gorilla?

    Humans have so many words, more than they truly need.

    Still, they have no name for what I am.
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    Stella once teased me that elephants are superior because they feel more joy and more grief than apes.

    “Your gorilla hearts are made of ice, Ivan,” she said, her eyes glittering. “Ours are made of fire.”

    Right now I would give all the yogurt raisins in all the world for a heart made of ice
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    Human babies are an ugly lot. But their eyes are like our babies’ eyes.

    Too big for their faces, and for the world
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    “I’ve never asked for a promise before, because promises are forever, and forever is an unusually long time. Especially when you’re in a cage.”
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    “Of course it’s true,” I say.

    “I’ve heard rescue stories like that before.” It’s Stella’s voice. She sounds weary. Slowly she makes her way over to Ruby. “Humans can surprise you sometimes. An unpredictable species, Homo sapiens.”
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    Ruby swallows, and I’m afraid she’s going to cry. But when she speaks, her voice is strong. “Bad humans killed my family, and bad humans sent me here. But that day in the hole, it was humans who saved me.” Ruby leans her head on Stella’s shoulder. “Those humans were good.”

    “It doesn’t make any sense,” Bob says. “I just don’t understand them. I never will.”

    “You’re not alone,” I say, and I turn my gaze back to the racing gray clouds.
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    “You would have made a great mother,” I told her.

    “Thank you, Ivan,” Stella said, clearly pleased. “I like to think so. Having young ones is a big responsibility. You have to teach them how to take mud baths, of course, and emphasize the importance of fiber in their diet.” She looked away, contemplating.

    Elephants are excellent at contemplating.

    “I think the hardest part of being a parent,” Stella added after a while, “would be keeping your babies safe from harm. Protecting them.”
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    I gaze out at the huge sign that makes humans stop and spend their hard-earned cash. I have to admit that the picture of Ruby is rather cute, even if she doesn’t look like a real elephant.

    I wonder if Mack could add a little red hat and a curly tail to the picture of me. Maybe then more visitors would stop by my domain.

    I could use a few oohs and ahhs myself.
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    The elephant has a lopsided smile. She is wearing a red hat, and her tail curls like a pig’s. She doesn’t look like Ruby. She doesn’t even look like an elephant.

    I’ve only known Ruby one day, and I could have drawn her better
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    Do you know how to make art?” Ruby asks.

    “Yes, I do,” I say, and I puff up my chest, just a little. “I’ve always been an artist. I love drawing.”

    “Why do you love it?” Ruby asks.

    I pause. I’ve never talked to anyone about this before. “When I’m drawing a picture, I feel … quiet inside.”

    Ruby frowns. “Quiet is boring.”

    “Not always.”
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    I like colorful tales with black beginnings and stormy middles and cloudless blue-sky endings. But any story will do.

    I’m not in a position to be picky
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    Bob nudges me with his cold nose. “Ivan,” he says, “why aren’t you and Stella in a zoo?”

    I look at Stella. She looks at me. She smiles sadly with her eyes, just a little, the way only elephants can do.

    “Just lucky, I guess,” she says
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