"Then perhaps you can help me out. See, I got me this photograph -- some squirrel gave it to me. S'pose to be a kookaburra, but I dunno if I believe her. Take a look."

Goat twists his head yet further, reaching into his voluminous mane of shaggy fur. He pulls out a photograph, and sets it carefully upon the table.

The photograph displays several spongy rectangles of varying neon hues.

["This is not a kookaburra. This is a modest collection of everyday kitchen sponges."]