My mom loved them. Elephants. She had one tattooed on her lower back. I was with her when she got it and remember her long blonde hair. That´s pretty much all I saw because her head was bend over the whole session, probably concentrating or biting her lips. That was 13 years ago and I thought of this when scribbling the elephant a few days ago. Maybe it would have looked better if I had corrected tipsy lines, improved the typo and exchanged the second line with something more creative but at last I just used the draft.