What elephant I hear yee cry. What could be sillier, I ask? Well, we are fine, can't see any elephants and are not threatened by any elephants. That said our room is an upper-middle class, capital, room. The room is tense, as if it knows that there is something there. The room reverberates and shakes. I sweep ignorantly. Elephant is weeping. On Friday the door is locked down, all day. Even with nothing inside it's kind of scary. Silly Sillier.