Once, in the not too distant past, a group of good friends gathered at the house of two hippos. The friends thought they would spend a pleasant afternoon in each other's company. If only they had known that someone (or something) had cruel designs to upset their revelry. The story began on a sunny afternoon:Attack of the Combs
I love it.
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Thank you. It's a lovely birth present.
The Potamus's triumph will be short lived!
ReplyDeleteTHE CROWD GOES WILD!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteYou're welcome! And thank you.:) It was fun to produce. I had to get up early in the morning to arrange the items in Martha's purse, as I knew that once Lucia was awake, the chances of anything staying put were minimal at best.
ReplyDeleteHow wonderful - once again proving the point that purses are never to
ReplyDeletebe underestimated - nor should hippos for that matter!
--Wendi
what fun!
ReplyDeleteWas that one one of Steven Speilbergs lesser known works?
ReplyDeleteMike--
ReplyDeleteHow did you know? I took it directly off the cutting-room floor. It was a little bit that was clipped from "Jurassic Park," but the producer didn't want it. There was something about chickens not having any relation to dinosaurs. Are they kidding? What do they think birds are? That's right-- teeny tiny dinosaur descendents!
Um, at least that's one of the theories floating around.