A Joke.

How do you know whether an elephant has been in your refrigerator?

You check the pastry shelf for mushroom tidbits, stand perfectly still and attempt to move only your jaw muscles, stomp on thirty-two wretched roadside snails, start a virtual fire and burn down the internets, call your imaginary elephant mother and ask her whether uncle Floopert has gone missing, grow the fine mustachios, order a box of peppermint polyps, publish a pseudonymous tract against firemen, paint your ears bright yellow and then mauve, move to Malaysia, forget to wash your Monday-stars, read a signatory's signature signature, write down the exact number of daisies it would take to convince a head of state to scratch him/herself, open a roti stand, ride a sedentary deer with emotional issues, refer euphemistically to yourself as "me," antonym antonym antonym antonym, and, FINALLY, use a banned quack-medical device to detect the velvety hint of a peanut butter footprint on the floor of the fridge.