iAmGabiThe creative product of author Gabi Goffman.
A World Without Hunger
by Gabi Goffman
Dust blew everywhere as I held onto the neck of a stampeding elephant as my bags of gravel, tree trunks, shovels, food, seeds, and money clanked everywhere.
My name is Princess Penelope, and I am bringing all my favorite and most nutritious foods—parsley, peppers, pepperoni pizzas, prune juice, and plums to a village of starving people in the African jungle.
After reading that one child dies every five seconds of hunger in my favorite magazine, Princess to Princess (which by the way is much better than Heiress to Heiress), I had my chauffeur drive me to the airport. There, I got up and asked for my private jet. I scheduled a date with my pilot, and then I was ready. On April 17, I would go skydiving into the African jungle.
I then told my cook to start baking extra large pepperoni pizzas, and that I would need 250,000,000 of them. When she looked at me as if I had a disease where I didn’t know what I was talking about, I told her to remember that I paid her very well.
I then checked my bank account. I had $9,009,009,001.89, which was enough to cover all my orders. I went to the local grocery store and ordered 99 million hundred thousand boxes of parley, peppers, prune juice, plums, and seeds.
Now for supplies to build roads. I went to The Store for Beautiful Roads and ordered some shovels, gravel, and saws.
On April 17, I was ready to go. I drove off to the airport where my jet was waiting, loaded with supplies.
I hopped in and immediately put on my bathing suit in the rest room, then jumped into the Jacuzzi. I think hot water makes the flying experience more relaxing. A good four or five hours passed, and then we were there. I put on my sky diving equipment and jumped out of the plane with all my boxes of supplies around me. I glided through the air like a snowflake glides through the snow. Then I approached a stampede of elephants.
“Cease!” I yelled, and they stopped.
Of course, these were no ordinary elephants. They were talking elephants. So they said, “What do you need? What’s the hold-up?”
“May you please help me carry my things to the village?”
They all said yes, and so I tied all my things on their trunks, ears, and tails.
Thirty minutes passed, and we approached the village. Everyone came up,
wondering where we came from and what we were doing there. I went up to the chief and said, “I’m here to help you. I bring food and supplies. May I stay here for a couple of days?”
He immediately said yes, and I bunked in with one of the smallest families of fifteen children and one grandmother. I helped all the families cook, entertain the children, build roads, and repair the houses.
I stayed there for two weeks. By the time I left, it was a visitor destination, and the fields were planted with seeds.
I got back on the elephant and went back into the jungle. There was my plane in the sky. It could not come down without breaking the trees, so I called for a giraffe. I got on the giraffe and scurried up its neck.
“Thank you!” I yelled.
I got on my plane and headed back for home.
And that just shows how one person can make a difference.