And here is the eerily prehensile upper lip of an Asian one-horned rhino, noobling about Ms. West's persona.
There is quite a bit of drool involved with Asian rhinoceri.
One goes about loving them somewhat gingerly.
What are you afraid of?
I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to taste you. Or, better, I would like you to drop an apple in my maw. Or a pear. Something. Just give me something to chew on.
Liam kept his distance!
Savannah thought they all smelled.
How can we get that bird man to come closer?