See those muddy handprints on his Johnson?
Perhaps this is how they got there.

You see....

On a farm lived a chicken and an elephant who loved to play together. One day the two were playing,
when the elephant fell into a bog and began to sink. Scared for his life, the elephant trumpeted for the chicken to go get the farmer for help! Off the chicken ran, back to the farm. Arriving at the farm, he searched and searched for the farmer, but to no avail, for he had gone to town withthe only tractor. Running around, the chicken spied the farmer's new Harley. Finding the keys in the ignition, the chicken sped off with a length of rope, hoping he still had time to save his friend's life. Back at the bog, the elephant was surprised, but happy, to see the chicken arrive on the shiny Harley and he managed to get a hold of the loop of rope the chicken tossed to him. After tying the other end to the rear of the farmer's bike, the chicken then drove slowly forward and, with the aid of the powerful bike, rescued the elephant! Happy and proud, the chicken rode the Harley back to the farmhouse, and the farmer was none the wiser when he returned. The friendship between the two animals was cemented: Best Buddies, Best Pals.

A few weeks later, the chicken fell into a mud pit, and soon, he too began to sink and cried out to the elephant to save his life! The elephant thought a moment, walked over, and straddled the large puddle. Looking underneath, he told the chicken to grab his whanger and he would then lift him out of the pit. The chicken got a good grip, and the elephant pulled him up and out, saving his life. The moral of the story...
When you're hung like a elephant, you don't need a Harley to pick up chicks."