Diversity in Living Organisms

How was the nose of the Elephant?

Read the passage and answer the following question:
In the High and Far-Off Times the Elephant, Best Beloved had no trunk. He had only a blackish bulgy nose, as big as a boot that he could wriggle about from side to side; but he couldn’t pick up things with it. But there was one Elephant – a new Elephant – an Elephant’s Child – who was full of satiable curtiosity and that means he asked ever so many questions. And he lived in Africa and he filled all Africa with his satiable curtiosities. He asked his tall aunt, the Ostrich, why her tail-feathers grew just so, and his tall aunt the Ostrich spanked him with her hard, hard claw. He asked his tall uncle, the Giraffee, what made his skin spotty and his tall uncle, the Giraffee, spanked him with his hard, hard hoof. And still he was full of satiable curtiosity. He asked his broad aunt, the Hippopotamus, why her eyes were red, and his broa d aunt, the Hippopotamus, spanked him with her broad, broad hoof; and he asked his hairy uncle, the Baboon, why melons tasted just so, and his hairy uncle, the Baboon, spanked him, wit h his hairy, hairy paw. And still he was full of’satiable curtiosity! He asked questions about everything he saw, or heard, or felt, or smelled, or touched, and all his uncles an d his aunts spanked him. And still he was full of’satiable curtiosity.
      One fine morning in the middle of the Precession of the Equinoxes this ‘satiable Elephant’s Child asked a new fine question that he had never ever asked before. He asked,” What does the Crocodile have for dinner? Then everybody said,”Hush!”in a loud and dretful tone, and t hey spanked him immediately and directly, without stopping, for a long time.
   By and by, when that was finished, he came upon Kolokolo Bird sitting in the middle of a wait-a-bit thorn-bush, and he said,” My father has spanked me, and my mother has spanked me; all my aunts and uncles have spanked me for my ‘satiable curtiosity;and still I want to know what the Crocodile has for dinner!”
  The Kolokolo Bird said, with a mournful cry,” Go to the banks of the great grey-green greasy Limpopo River, all set about with fever-trees, and find out.”