Not our proudest hour
Sorry, folks — I got a bit jammed up tonight (hey, it’s garbage night, you know!). So I had a trawl through Auntie’s Giant Picture Archive and came up with this poor pachyderm.
Murderous Mary. She killed the local day laborer who was hired as a “trainer.” Stepped on his head and squashed it like a grape.
Locals demanded retribution, but it’s not easy to snuff an elephant. This is what they came up with. It took a couple of tries.
I was born in a little town not far away. I’d heard rumors of this, but never saw the picture until the internet. I think people feel pretty sheepish about the whole business now.
Sure, this is a downer. Would you really rather I’d drawn pictures of Carol Brady’s crabs?