Think of the possibilities when this is introduced … with GMO.
Imagine: a mammoth that lays eggs. Breakfast for weeks!
And though the meaty (at least “bacon-y”) mammoth has apparently been thought of, imagine “spare ribs” that could feed an army. And have leftovers.
Or “service animal” mammoths: blind people could have rides instead of having to walk with dogs. (Or the blind people and their dogs could ride, at least until one of them had to enter, say, a china shop. And that leads to whole new metaphors: a mammoth in a china shop. You heard it here first.)
Hell, a mammoth-beaver cross could fix any damn dam that’s about to burst, and make whole new dams, easy as pie.
Speaking of pie … how about a cross between a mammoth and an apple: One piece of fruit could make the whole gosh darn pie. Maybe several.
And the stories! Why, F. Scott Fitzgerald would have to come back to life (and hell, if we can bring an extinct species back to life, why not an extinct writer?) and write “The Diamond As Big As a Mammoth”. Or he can re-write his own story. I’m not going to be writing it for him.
I’ll be at the mammoth track, watching the races… You’ve heard the sound of horses galloping to finish a race, I suppose. Imagine horses the size of mammoths – with tusks! – racing instead. (The blacksmithing industry would involve heavy equipment just to handle the mammoth horseshoes.)
This could keep me going all weekend.