My hunting in the wilds of Africa had been a rousing success, I'd bagged several excellent trophies, but I needed an elephant to finish up the collection, and so I ordered my guide to guide me to them.
It took half a day, but he led me to where the elephants stood around, as I prepared my heaviest calibre bullets.
But when the first elephant lumbered into view, as I lined my up shot, I saw that it has been painted, covered in lots of dots, some sort of ceremonial situation.
Wasted so much soap washing all that nonsense off.
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