OH. MY... Poor little guy. This story, as you all know by now, is perfectly set up to transform me into a puddle of delighted happy. The little one named Od. (Seriously???) The large one named Hilda. The trampoline. The yawn. The swallow.
But that was a person. And he died. In a hippo.
Moment of silence.
But, I gotta say, I am a bit jealous. Because I will most likely die in some boring illness - accident - old person way and he always gets to say, "Dude, I died in a Hippo."
That is a tiny bit awesome.
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