When a Hippo hollers!

When a hippo hollers, does anyone listen? I mean really pay attention to what it’s saying. All we hear is, “Rrrrrr! Rrrrr!” like a faulty chainsaw trying to start. Which, with our negative perspective, we immediately assume translates to, “Kill! Kill!”

But what if this massive barge of flesh is actually saying, “Hey friend, I have this here piece of canoe stuck in my gums, can you help a fellow mammal out?”

Happy Saturday, everyone! I live in a pretty rural area, with plenty of wildlife (hippos don’t like snow, so I’m marked ‘safe’ from them). I do, however, enjoy the company of many fur-bearing friends, so I’ve posted a few photos with some captions of what they most certainly are thinking. Enjoy!

 

deerdeer

“Frank! It’s the paparazzi again! I TOLD you to find a different lawn!”

 

peterrabbit

“Everyone, freeze! Pray it doesn’t think we’re made of chocolate!”

 

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“MOM! Come here QUICK! It’s a two legged walking stick! Ewwww! Bring a leaf and squish it pleeeaaasssee!” 

 

cownose

“You smell like ketchup, mustard, onions, lettuce, tomato, kaiser bun,  and . . . oh my gosh!”

 

Pandaeating

“No dummy, we DO NOT eat noodles or know kung-fu!”

A final encore . . .

Lostturkeys

“We’re LOST AGAIN, aren’t we Tom? How many times do I have to tell you to ask for directions!”

Smile for the Day. It’s going to be Okay.

deerdeer

“Bambi! Look! It’s the paparazzi again! I TOLD you that we should have gone somewhere else to eat!”