The children’s elephant god has a stomach he pats lovingly and the moon laughs at his too much sweet eating in a sky. They don’t forget to make his clay rat.
Grownups have 52 feet elephant god with a ball of sweet in higher hands so when they will drown him in lake they auction the sweet in his high hand.
All through a year they wait for him to return in mud and plastic paints. He does not seem to mind a little drowning in our dirty lakes to come back next year.