Okay, firstly, I put a saddle on the “river horse”; second act would be to mount the beast; and then lastly tie a rope to a stout metal rod and dangle a large pumpkin in front of the “swamp stallion”. Hopefully, the sight of a glorious orange gourd will be enough to calm and distract the righteously miffed “mangrove mustang”, and hopefully be enough to spare my sorry life, but if it isn’t, I would like my tombstone to read “Demosthenes was an Idiot”. ;)
Little known fact: hippos are good judges of character! ;D
GAH — Should be “actually have seen”. Sorry! My brain on the fritz again …
Argh! You’re absolutely right. I had a nagging feeling I’d picked the wrong word, but was too sleepy to check myself before going to bed. I really should’ve used “fazed” — thank you for reminding me! :)
I think Amelia did win the lottery living in a place like Snug Harbor, and having friends like Wallace, Spud, and Rose, but she probably won’t realize this until she’s much older, and living in the big city …
OMG! OMG! OMG! I totally want a house hippo! XD
I actually have an ex-president plush toy. It was a plushie-chew toy for dogs. It belonged to a friend (a dyed-in-the-wool Democrat) who had a big goofy yellow Labrador retriever. You get only one guess which ex-president it was. (Hint: the plushy wore a signature red tie …)
Wow, that’s a long time to be in casts. I hope the surgery will be the last one, and you’ll finally be pain free.
My hometown zoo had a tradition of feeding the hippos whole pumpkins in the autumn. They would swim up to the handlers with wide open mouths, catch one, and smash them to pieces with one mighty bite. I remember one pumpkin missed the mouth, and it bounced off the hippo’s nose. It was a BIG pumpkin — had to be almost 10 lbs — but it didn’t phase the hippo at all. He just waggled his ears happily and swam after the pumpkin, which was floating in the pool. Bobbing for pumpkins.
It’s the way hippos mark their territory by spinning their tails like an electric fan, and using this to fling their p**p far and wide … yeah, that just makes me think, “I’m never going to properly house train a hippo.”