I once dreamed that I had a baby elephant as a pet. He was terminally cute, but of course an elephant is a lot of work. So by the time I’d dragged in a mountain of food and cleared away a mountain of manure I was exhausted. I collapsed onto the sofa with a well-earned cup of tea.
The baby elephant came up beside me and tenderly stroked my cheek with his trunk.
Aw! It wasn’t his fault. He couldn’t help being a baby. I stroked his trunk back.
Then the trunk dived into my mug and the tea disappeared up it.
The last thing I remember before I woke up was looking down at my empty mug in dismay.
If you feel in need of more cute after the US election, I recommend this long page of tiny kittens.