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Sadie, the Mahout, the Elephant, and I - by Ericka Lutz
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We bought durian from the street vendor, fruit like a spiky football and stinking of dirty feet. I'd promised it to Sadie; at eleven she was old enough to be intrigued by food that smelled foul and tasted delicious.

.... Soon to be available as an ebook story!  Watch this space.