The movie wasn't reallydoing so hotsaid the new producerto the old big shotits dying on the edgeof the great midwe
stSabu must touror forever rest.Hey look mahere comes the elephant boybundled all up in his corduroyheaded down south to
wards Illinoisfrom the jungles of East St. Paul.His manager satin the office alonestaring at the numberson the telephone
wondering how a mancould send a child actorto visit in the landof the wind chill factor.Sabu was sadthe whole tour stunk
the airlines lostthe elephant's trunkthe roadie got the rabiesand the scabiesand the fluthey was low on moralebut they wa
shighon.