i do think about how a picture goes with words. i don't wish to muddle things. fact is i don't always know, or seldom sometimes. i get a small thrill in my groin if they rub each other in a satisfying or surprising way. this one i called pachyup yer trubles, but it was just to get from there to here. it does look like an elephant though, and resembles mister from the side. there's a gentle earnest thoughtful expression, and a trunk going up also like a wrapped organ pipe. an elephant's trunk both carries and blows elephant music.