You feed the elephant some offerings and he pats you on the head. Nice. You are now guaranteed your place in nirvana or something. It all seems a lot easier than all that catholic rosary business.
Interestingly, the elephant wasn't chained up, the "keeper" had a small garden cane to keep it in check. I rather get the feeling that if the elephant decided it was fed up with all this anointing business and fancied a stroll along the promenade there would not have been a great deal anyone could have done about it.
Still, with a steady supply of coconuts, peanuts and the occasional tourists straw hat it seemed happy enough with its position in life. At least nobody was eyeing it up with a view to creating four umbrella stands.
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