The elephant sat quietly in the corner of the living room. It must have been a pygmy or a baby elephant, and possessed of a strange grace well beyond it's years.
It blinked, it swished its tail gently on the floor.
"You're not going away, I see, so I'm going to make some salad for dinner. Then we'll figure out why you're here, yes?" The man in the room, named Neptune Rasmus, smiled at the elephant. "Is there anything you don't like on your salad?"
The elephant shook its head.
"Excellent." Replied Neptune.