Monday, April 9, 2018

H: Mistaken Identity!


I am rudely awakened out of my deep slumber by someone making a racket. Beside me, I watch Dada Hippo sleep, his rotund body bobbing up and down in the water, his nostrils sucking in oxygen. Twenty seconds later, he sinks down again continuing to sleep.

“What happened, baby girl?” I ask.
“Mama Hippo, Shrek is cheating on me!” Little Hippo snorts loudly.
Dada Hippo floats back to the surface, still asleep. The swamp smells so good and the sun feels warm. Sleep beckons me too.

Sigh.

“What makes you think so?”
“He just admitted he’s a hippophile!” She wheezes.

Contrary to how it sounds, a hippophile is someone who loves horses, not hippos. The origin of the word ‘hippophile’ however, is driven by the Greek word “Hippos” meaning Horse.

Pic Credit: Pinterest
This post is written as part of a 100 word microfiction series for the A2Z Blogging Challenge.
Read other posts in the A2Z 2018 Blogging Challenge here.
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8 comments:

  1. Nice way of weaving a story around a word. 1 more valuable information added. Keep it up Deepa, we are enjoying A-Z.

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    1. Thanks so much Bharati!! Do stick around! I hope you like the rest of it too!

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  2. Seems like u got to collect a lot of information to weave a story every single day.

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    1. Yeah 😑 You can never escape homework!

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