A clever lark landed on a low branch in a tree by the river. Below her a hippopotamus stood doing nothing at all.
‘I am a hippopotamus,’ said the lark.
The hippopotamus looked up and said, ‘No, you’re not. You’re a little bird. I am a hippopotamus. See my two lower great dagger tusks?’
The hippopotamus opened wide her mouth and proudly displayed her impressive teeth.
‘I am a special sort of hippopotamus, the flying sort that doesn’t need big fat clumsy teeth like that,’ said the clever lark.
‘But look,’ said the hippopotamus, ‘I’m big and I can do this.’
The hippopotamus lumbered into the river and thrashed and bellowed. Then it paused to look at the lark as if to say ‘See?’
The lark yawned, performed a small shudder fluff of feathers, and said, ‘Oh, impressive. I don’t deny that you are the common sort of hippopotamus, but I am special. In fact, I am your Queen. You must obey me. Do you understand?’
Confused, the hippopotamus blinked her eyes, began to say something, paused, began again, paused.
‘Well, I’m waiting. Will you obey?’ said the lark.
The hippopotamus bowed her head and said, ‘Yes, Your Majesty.’
Moral: A hippopotamus is no match for a clever lark.
To be fair, Jessica’s corsage was made entirely of candy.
Loon: I’m especially looking forward to this episode of The 3 Question Interview because our celebrity ghost today is someone I have actually heard of, Professor Edgar Allan Poe. Your honor, can you tell us about any experiences you might have had on any random train journey?
Poe’s ghost: No.
Loon: In that case, where did you get those shoes?
Poe’s ghost: From a dear friend just before and after he passed away.
Loon: It seems your vest is blood soaked. Is it?
Poe’s ghost: Yes.
Loon: Well, have to be going now. Bye.
(Loon exits rapidly. Poe walks off slowly, head bowed, frowning, as if in mourning.)