[ david can't help but think of an elephant patiently teaching another to paint and it makes him smile a little to himself. he has no idea what elephants do socially, but the idea of two just grazing together, wandering about, laying side-by-side. it's almost painfully sweet. ]

[ other, less positive images slip in-- bear traps large enough for an elephant's foot, deathslinger with a hinting rifle. he shakes his head, trying to shake it off and looks at jeff again. quietly thankful for his presence before he remembers words. ]

Think I'm probably more like a donkey than an elephant myself. Noisy and running on anger and violence. Just smart enough to be stubborn little shits.