Don't make me think about hippos. I used to have four of them. They were so pretty... pink, orange, green and yellow. Sometimes I would share them with my friends, and we would laugh and have a good time. But they were always so hungry. They wouldn't stop eating. Time and again we would feed them, but they never stopped. They were relentless! One night, while my friends gathered in a circle around them, we fed them. It was a frenzy. They kept eating.

And then it happened. While attempting to sate their growing hunger, the yellow one choked on a marble. It's poor plastic head cracked, and popped off. Casually it landed in between the three remaining hippos. Silence filled the room for a brief moment. Then, without any remorse, my friend slammed her hand down on the green hippo... and it ate the yellow hippo's head.

What should have been a sad affair, ended with rousing laughter. The poor yellow hippo had sacrificed itself for the others, so they would never have to eat again. But to this day, I will never forget the hungry... hungry hippos.