The hippypotamus, though relatively young, yearns for the good old days when Nancy wore her made-for-walking boots and Melanie rode her bicycle past your window (last night).
She would have loved to have been at Woodstock (the first one) but has to content herself with smoking the good stuff that grows prolifically in the bush around her pool and listening to scratchy old records, while searching for the answers to age-old questions, which are forever blowing in the wind, slightly out of her reach.
The piena is a terrible glutton and far too hyperactive and excitable for his own good. His table manners are truly atrocious and he’s not very good at sharing.
‘Luckily’, no one wants to share his meals as he’s rather noisy and makes such a spectacular mess.
His mummy still loves him though.
(Most of the other animals blame her for his failings as she’s brought him and his siblings up single-handedly since his father ran off with another cackle of hyenas when he was a cub. They blamed her for that too as they said she’d let herself go, so what did she expect?).
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