One of my
grandfathers was a
salesman. A
wheeler-dealer kind of guy.
He worked for the
Continental Credit Card company;
you could only buy merchandise from their catalog.
One year, for my birthday, or perhaps simply
because, he got me a
piggybank elephant.
The
trunk was curled up, made just so that you could
rest a
coin in it.
You
pulled the tail and that would send the trunk flying
backward; it would deposit the coin into a
slot carved in the
back.
I've seen versions of the
same thing since then. I
broke the tail.