The happy hippo snorts and cavorts with glee. He’s king of the mud and of the saltless sea. And when the king grows tired of romping through the grass, he stretches out his weary toes and rests his boastful mass. The flitting little bird who calls the hippo friend is always near her moving perch and shall be ‘til the end.
2 comments:
These are so funny! Great work!
Absolutely gorgeous...found you through dooce, and boy, these made me smile!
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