That looks like it has 2 heads from different species
Counsellor: Yes, yes, yes, I do follow, Mr Anchovy, but you see the snag is... if I now call Mr Chipperfield and say to him, 'look here, I've got a forty-five-year-old chartered accountant with me who wants to become a lion tamer', his first question is not going to be 'does he have his own hat?' He's going to ask what sort of experience you've had with lions.
Anchovy: Well I ... I've seen them at the zoo.
Counsellor: Good, good, good.
Anchovy: Lively brown furry things with short stumpy legs and great long noses. I don't know what all the fuss is about, I could tame one of those. They look pretty tame to start with.
Counsellor: And these, er, these lions ... how high are they?
Anchovy: (indicating a height of one foot) Well they're about so high, you know. They don't frighten me at all.
Counsellor: Really. And do these lions eat ants?
Anchovy: Yes, that's right.
Counsellor: Er, well, Mr Anchovy ... I'm afraid what you've got hold of there is an anteater.
Anchovy: A what?
Counsellor: An anteater. Not a lion. You see a lion is a huge savage beast, about five feet high, ten feet long, weighing about four hundred pounds, running forty miles per hour, with masses of sharp pointed teeth and nasty long razor-sharp claws that can rip your belly open before you can say 'Eric Robinson', and they look like this.
[The counsellor produces large picture of a lion and shows to Mr Anchovy who screams and passes out.]