escorting the elephants

If a man's profession were to escort elephants from the dance hall, I wonder by what circuitous training he would have achieved this rooted calling.

Strange how resumes, within and without, seem to command the present and yet, while not exactly wrong, never touch the sweet spot.

In the face of such odds, what else is there but to escort the elephant?

Lord, I would give a million bucks to have learned to walk like an elephant!