El Pequeño Elefante is our hero of the people. Born to rich parents on the mean streets of Helena, Montana, El Pequeño was raised with a silver spoon in his mouth (possibly a few spoons).
As a strapping young lad, he stood head and shoulders above his peers, excelling at everything he put his mind to. Unfortunately, a horrific intermural polo accident in the third grade changed everything for our hero.
His horse, being frightened by the sight of a bull-weevil, reared high and threw El Pequeño to the ground. Amazingly unharmed by the tremendous fall, the true tragedy was only moments away. Our hero fell in front of the ball just as it was about to be struck, receiving the full force of the blow directly to his spleen, which exploded under the mighty blow. Onlookers would describe this accident as the worst injury that the Pristine Hills Country Club and Primary School Annex had ever seen.
Due to unexplainable side effects from his horrific spleen injury, El Pequeño Elefante hasn’t grown another inch in more than thirty years—at least not vertically—unless you count the times he laces up his platform shoes to dance in the discotech he built to replace the basketball court in his mansion.
Searching for a way to fill his deep-seated need for love and adulation, our hero’s winding path has led him to Solo Una Noche, where his dozens of fans adore him passionately.
