I had gone to a house on top of a hill. The house was supposed to be famous because, back in the hippie days, many parties had been held there. When I walked in the door I saw a picture of a fellow wearing a tee shirt with the word "Sunny" written across the front. Apparently "Sunny" was the fellow's name. A group of people in the house were standing around some kind of writing which contained the words "Where has all the ivory gone?" There were also some little statues which were either made of ivory or had ivory inlaid in them. There was even a little statue of an elephant. The people were apparently bemoaning the fact that they could no longer obtain ivory because of the international ban on the sale of ivory.

I began thinking of the initials of the Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals – SPCA. I thought about how involved the people in that organization must be and how much time they must devote to the organization.