Did Kipling write this?

Soon Man-Man felt so good that he didn’t know what to do. So he grunted like the Assiduous Elephant (which is a kind of Elephant that grunts) and growled like the Corrugated Sea-Camel (which is a kind of Sea-Camel that isn’t corrugated, but which had succumbed to a taxonomical error). And, as if by calibration, his horn delivered warm treacle into Woman-Woman’s oyster, even though she hadn’t ’spressly ordered it and nobody really has treacle with oysters.

No, I wrote it. But we can pretend, can't we?

And if you are a member of Ruthie's Club—or become one—you can read my entire X-rated Just So story that just isn't so, "How the Crab Got Its Knees." The tale is accompanied by an evocative illustration, as was the case with the ones Kipling did author.

I don't know how happy Rudyard would be about this; but I'm pleased as a Parallel Scrubsquirrel. Thanks, Ruthie!