Dr. Horton was teaching a class of vet students when her elephant insisted on being part of the lesson...so she used him as a chalkboard.
At first, Dr. Horton was simply comic relief...her eccentric cures, her unwavering confidence in treatments that wouldn’t work outside the world of the book. But now I wonder if she serves a deeper purpose: the necessary illusion that smooths the rough edges of life.
In fairy tales, there is always a wise figure...a healer, a magician, a sage...offering a cure, a way through the impossible. Whether their remedies truly work or not almost doesn’t matter. Maybe the cures we seek aren't really for what we think they are...and Dr. Horton knows this.
