Archive for November 21st, 2009
*Disclaimer: Stories based on the exact set of words, names and attached graphics are already in the works.
One warm sunny morning Zippo the Hippo shook off the last watery mud from her morning bath. ”That was just what I needed,” she exclaimed.
“Aggg!” whimpered Godfrey
“Who is that? And what could be wrong on this beautiful day?” she asked, as she trotted over toward where the noise can from.
“It’s me, Godfrey,” said the giraffe, pacing back and forth across the open field. “What’s so beautiful about it? They’re always picking on me. Why if I had a leaf for every time someone teased me…I wouldn’t have to look for food for days.”
Zippo shook off some more mud as she thought about what Godfrey had said. “Who’s picking on you? What did they say?”