“I think that today I shall stay in the pool” said Hippo as the sun began to creep over the horizon, a fiery line drawn against the silhouette of the hills beyond.
“Is that not what you do every day?” Crocodile asked with a mischievous toothy grin
“It is indeed” Hippo responded, his ears twitching. “It keeps me cool when the sun is most fierce”
Hippo heaved his huge frame from the riverbank. “And what are your plans today?” he asked crocodile.
“Today I shall do what I did yesterday, and what I shall do tomorrow” Crocodile said. “I shall go to the pool and then I have some breakfast.”
“And are you going to try and eat me again” Hippo laughed, “It was ever so funny when you tried that.”
Crocodile remembered all too well the day he met his old friend and laughed. “You tasted terrible anyway” he joked.
“The sun is getting up!” Said Hippo, “Come on lets get going, all the good spots will be taken.”
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