My wife and I love elephants. They seem to be such caring, gentle creatures. And because of the shaping of their mouths behind their trunks, we graft that onto what we associate with human physiognomy and assume that they’re smiling and so that therefore these are happy animals. So we love them. We have a little elephant of our own.  Well, I say ‘our own’, but he’s a bit more of a time-share really.