How did she know her name? Well, because she gave it to herself. Oedipus used to have sex with her mother, which made her feel special. But her mum had been ulta-tranquilised and minced into horsemeat. "On a space station" said Nerd, the elephant trainer, "we cannot afford to waste animal protein"
Oedipus was dead lonely now, because there were no other girl-elephants in the space-station circus. She tried it with a camel once, with disastrous results. The poor thing could even be turned into horsemeat because - apparently - she had been stuffed full of steroids and formula babymilk.
Now you may be wondering - know I am - how on earth elephants learnt to speak, be introspective and know about Nestle's magnificent baby products. And, lets face it, you may have never have come across a gay, incestuous elephant before. (That is, unless you have seriously warped fantasies of your own.)
Well, this the explanation I have come up with, (but please provide another one if you feel like it):
In the future, when space travel is part of most people's lives, we will spend years of our lives comitosely bored as scientists continue failing to devise ways of travelling faster than the speed of light. So, when we reach a space station on our way to a destination we may well not reach before we die - we will want to let out hair down big time: or to put it another way, have lots of sex and lots of entertainment.
This is how someone came up with the idea of creating an intelligent-animal circus.
The animals would be hatched on earth, then minisculised for the duration of their space journey. Kept in boxes originally designed for something called matches. And into these box, various human attribute hormones could be injected.
Unfortunately, no one thought to give these exotic animals the power of human speech.
The result was disastrous... as I may tell you one day, if I can sell this fatuous idea to Hollywood or Mormons-BurgerKing.