Owen called me to the window yesterday to announce there was a hippo outside. As the cold wind kicked up outside, the grayish brown tarp covering the neighbor’s composting bins started flapping in the wind. A single strap about two-thirds of the way up divided the ballooning tarp into two sections.
“Now hippo RUNNIN.”
I’ll be damned if it didn’t look /exactly/ like a galloping hippo. The boys are now on a constant lookout for African animals in the backyard, but so far this has been the only sighting.
Happy January Safari Day!
That wind could’ve blown a hippo in from Africa. Boy o boy was it ever strong!
I agree……it could have been real~ really!
great story : )
too funny
that is awesome!