“Young lady, I cannot believe you think it’s appropriate to leave the house like that!”
“Mom! Quit trumpeting in my face. Jeez, I’m a grown pachyderm.”
“That’s up for debate, little Miss Bubblegum Nails.”
“What? It’s alternating sage and rose. I have to do something to minimize these giant foot pads you and Dad gave me.”
“Oh, now that is just unfair. You’ll grow into your feet.”
“Ugh, why would I want to? Males want the slimmer, less saggy females. Everybody knows that.”
“In my day, males appreciated a female with good tusks, a full figure, and a strong trunk.”
“Well, whatever. I’m gonna show off my slim, stylish form and get me an alpha.”
“Just remember dear, rutting males will say anything to get what they want. It doesn’t mean they’ll still want slim and stylish next week. Do you really want to risk your reputation and future happiness for some herd-leader wannabe in musth?”
“Come on, Mom, please don’t start with that prudish nonsense about ‘avoiding potential rogues’ and ‘waiting for the right male.'”
“Well, what did you expect with a skirt that barely passes mid-thigh and a top that screams ‘I dress myself from the rubbish pile’?”
“You’re not gonna tell me I have to stay home, are you?”
“Of course not. I just want you to be aware of context and consequences. Everyone knows elephants never forbid!”