A new disguise and oozing confidence overflowing, Mr. Hippo, wearing a corset, breathed in deeply bouquets of splendor. “Enough,” Hippo blurted.
“Where’s the corset? Who took it? Now I’m hanging it on the red ripe strawberry. Peace at last, be still my darling,” The hippo sighed in relief, “The strawberry is red, plump, and dipped in chocolate.”
Hippo’s forgotten corset makes her spread cream cheese on everything she sees, turns to food Eaters Anonymous and the number, 42, 42 chocolate strawberries hitchhiking the galaxy. A sudden noise rocked the ship above the waves. Strawberries were surfing on the crest of whipped cream. What a delight, because we’re done.
Ok, what next? Ding! The timer, “Oh, that’s dinner, the dog’s done with his walk.” “Woof, woof, woof,” said the dog. See Tip run chasing a hippo. Tip then turned, hippo blew kisses. Spot ran home really, really, fast and dressed himself in fine splendor to get married to Holly hippo. We’ll need rings of fire for Johnny Cash’s arrival and a preacher specializing in hippo’s rites of wedlock. The bells rang. Bluebirds and butterflies gathered to see in great majesty the joyful betrothed clothed in mud.
Then suddenly, a torrent of thunderous applause as the couple exchanged declarations of Hip Dee Doos and Jimmy Choos says, “I do.”
Subsequently, the gorilla beat his chest and the hippo longed for mem, pining. If only she’d stop drinking Nehi grape soda, cherishing every sip instead of me. “Stop the wedding! I’ve changed my underwear and I threw overboard my dirty socks that disturbed the guests.” However, the purple flying people eater had other ideas about the socks. To find happiness, open up chat. And everyone shouted, “Please, get real,” and everyone awoke and laughed aloud til tears flowed. The reality was better than dreams that Jane was actually a hedgehog pretending to be Christians who attack, need a hug, and lotsa LOVE, and cheering up!