“It had a single ivory tusk, broken off at the end, and an ugly scar where another might have been once long ago. One massive leg was misshapen, the great floppy ears notched with wounds, and its nose, like a long hose--something that might have been used for coddling or a bath in another season--was covered in warts and lesions. Its tail was kinked and stinking. Flies had found it already and were laying eggs in the gashes on its rump.”