“How’s the elephant?” grunted father. He wasn’t happy I won the competition for guessing what instrument the man was playing at the fair, it was a violin.”Here’s its food” father moaned.The elephant seemed to have kept him awake last night,”wait why’s the food purple?” I inquired. He painted the picture in my head with his masterful words “Well recently there was a travelling circus in town” I then interrupted with “what, why didn’t we go!?”. “That’s not the point Tim,anyway they brought all the food in other colours” “ah so that’s why we have purple elephant food”. “Yes” grunted dad.