He picked up a painting--a little crude, but effective, showing an elephant's face, very bold lines, rather stylized, but obviously an elephant, in gold paint on red paper. It was ever so slightly haunting as an image, in the way it suggested elephantness.
He paused a moment. "This is a picture of an elephant...that was painted by an elephant."
He paused a moment more. "It's not as good as the picture of a flower bouquet, though it's amazing as a communication between species."
He paused again. "I'm saving this one for sunday school, because the paper is made of elephant poop, and I just want to say that in front of the children."
