A girl and her uncle

When I was a little baby, my paternal grandparents came from the midwest to meet me. They stayed in a fancy hotel in downtown Manhattan. My grandfather felt that I needed something, so he and my grandmother set out for FAO Schwartz and purchased a wheeled elephant. I assume that it rode back to the fancy hotel in a cab. My grandmother told me that it was then wheeled through the lobby while all sorts of elegant people showed their extreme disdain. At some point, he was named Uncle Dunkle. He had a handsome saddle and bridle and a ring in the middle of his back that, when pulled, caused him to make an elephant noise. I played with him, and my sister and brother also enjoyed him. Eventually his bridle and then his saddle fell off, but he never lost the ability to make his elephant noise.

Here is a picture of BZ (when I started speaking, I could not for the life of me say Elizabeth) and her uncle.