It was a couple of days after Thanksgiving, and I was feeling blue again. So sad and blue did I become that I went in search of wisdom and advice from a cement animal structure.
Yes. I went to consult with Franklin, the cement elephant so highly renowned and admired for his pachydermal perspicacity.
As I approached the great cement pachyderm, he spoke to me.
I could not believe my ears! He, Franklin, the cement elephant, this lifeless, senseless, inert animal sculpture knew my name!
“Am I crazy?” I asked, “Or did that cement animal sculpture just talk to me?”
Franklin: “Well, which question do you want me to answer first?”