Yours Truly, with hiking gear.

The elephant on my backpack is named "Brutus". I carried him thus from Hanover, NH to the New York border along the Appalachian Trail. Whenever I forgot to fasten the top of my pack, Brutus would flip over and clock me on the back of the head. I would then stumble around, clutching my skull and muttering "et tu, Brute. . ."