The future telling mirror has a smooth shining surface, its as delicate as a ice rink as smooth as polished glass. The edges are razor sharp and cut to form a pineapple. The mirror belongs to the future telling elephant, its her prize possession and always will be. All day she sits in her Aztec tent welcoming animals from far and wide. To keep herself cool she wears a floaty white shawl. Everyday she drifts into a peaceful sleep lying on a puffy pink pillow, until the mirror calls out, "come, come, read my prophecies." In her soft sweet voice.