It defeats the whole purpose of an elephant, but in such an awesome way.You so want to read the rest of this. You may do so here.
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“essentially a literary gossip column” – CK Stead, 18 April 2010
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1 comment:
Well, I rather like Noelle's opinions..."today is my birthday" is an acquired sense of humour (I think) and dwarf elephants have evolved several times (the last time they appeared in a blare of publicity was with the discovery of H.foresensis...giant rats & tiny elephants and humans with grapefruit-sized brains - what was there not to love!)
And - actually - elephanta of all known kinds shit copious amounts and just drop it where they stand...
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