"Close enough, yes," he answered, bobbing his head. "In the graveyard that is for elephants. Great big bones, with ivory trunks and hollow eyes, and no more brains." Imagine that! What did happen to brains, when you died?
"No more brains," he repeated forlornly, ears falling to the side - and yet he kept bobbing his head. "No, no more. No more stomping or tromping or trumpeting."
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