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!
“Frank! It’s the paparazzi again! I TOLD you to find a different lawn!”
“Everyone, freeze! Pray it doesn’t think we’re made of chocolate!”
“MOM! Come here QUICK! It’s a two legged walking stick! Ewwww! Bring a leaf and squish it pleeeaaasssee!”
“You smell like ketchup, mustard, onions, lettuce, tomato, kaiser bun, and . . . oh my gosh!”
“No dummy, we DO NOT eat noodles or know kung-fu!”
A final encore . . .
“We’re LOST AGAIN, aren’t we Tom? How many times do I have to tell you to ask for directions!”
Mark Bierman 