Do you remember the day Elmo had a concussion?
It was the crazy days before Christmas when half-dazed parents lugubriously lost their cool scattering into the store to get Elmo, the shaking gift for the little people of the house. In the frenzy attacking the shelves you fell on your head, your eyes rattled. Your cute orange nose crinkled, as amidst the din of the frantic shoppers you lay still watching the chaos around you. Soon another bug-eyed shopper grabbed you, snapping your neck back, then your eyes simply rolled over.
You awoke and everything had slowed down now when you moved everything was dizzy. Plus there was this pounding going on behind your forehead that just wouldn’t go away. What to do?
That’s right, nothing it means hugging a small corner of the bed away from all the bright lights.
Elmo feel tired.