I've been very fond of elephants since I was very little, and World Elephant Day seemed a good day to share a pic of this little friend of mine.
I'm not sure how I came to have this tiny stone elephant-- she belonged to my grandmother (dad's mum) who died before I was born. I don't know much about the elephant's history; my grandparents travelled quite a lot in the 70s and 80s and I think this may have been a travel souvenir (possibly from Thailand), but I'm not sure. It's a bit hard to see when you can't compare it to the other side, but her tusk on this side is broken. I don't know when/how that happened either. I don't think I did it, but it's possible something happened when I was little that I don't remember! They say that elephants never forget, but when they're carved of stone they don't divulge their secrets either :-p
