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It reminds me of one summer day in the park. I was having just a delightful picnic with my good friend Orville. Of course, it was only then I'd realized I'd made sandwiches, and... poor Orville was having such difficulty eating it! Elephants have those clumsy hands, y'know? Actually, I-I suppose that's the problem. They don't have hands at all, do they? They're f—they're all feet!
Now, if I recall correctly, there was a bakery nearby. I said to him, "Orville, let me go get you some rye bread." Now, I'm unsure if elephants enjoy rye bread, but I assure you that Orville does. They made sourdough bread on Monday, and threw it out Wednesday...
What was I saying? Oh oh, yes yes. So I bought Orville some rye bread.
What a fine day it was.