Hippos

No dinosaurs, or rhinocerusisus, I only like hippopotomususes and hippopotumususes like me too!!!

YAY Carrera hehehe!!! how bout this one..................................What can make a hippopotamus smile? (shrug shoulders, trace a smile)
Boom, boom, boom, (bump bums with your neighbours)
What can make her walk for more than a mile? (shrug shoulders, hike action)
Not parties with their paper hats (arms over head as a party hat)
Nor candies nor cakes that make her fat (stuff mouth with food, hold belly)
That's not what hippos do! (shake finger "no"
What do they do? THEY--- (hands on hips, on "THEY", cup hands to shout)
Ooze in the goo without any shoes (play with invisible mud in your hands)
And they wade in the water 'till their lips turn blue (dribble fingers on lips)
That's what makes a hippopotamus smile! (trace a smile)
Boom, boom, boom (bump bums with your neighbours)
Muhahahahaha

Mmmmmm.... 300-y

OMG! Maerl, you're hilarious! hehehehehehehe

You're also post #300

The end is near hippo thread! 3 Word thread is at post #223 and rising fast!

Oops. I just contributed to the hippo thread.

George Washington's false teeth were not made of wood, as is commonly believed, but were carved from the tusks of a hippopotamus......believe it or not!!!!!!!!

Yeah... you can count on a post total, but we count on a word total per thread, and as such, you'll never topple our super thread of death. This thread has history, you're just one of them there upstarts that are trying to hit the big time without much work. You're just a "pop star" thread. When we're still going strong in a year, you'll be a forgotten history story. You'll tell your SL kids about the time you tried to play with the best of the best. You'll sit, beaming with pride, and tell them the tale of your quick rise. You'll never tell them how vapid it was, or how you sold your soul for a few quick posts. I feel sorry for you... And I'm sorry that we have to make your post a has-been. Ok, maybe not THAT sad.

Hahaha nice one Dionysus.

LOL good one Dio.

I love that song, i have it uploaded in SL I was gonna buy a record of it too...

JV

JV where have you been?!

OH we must meet Jon...id love to hear it in world hehehe

Yup..me again.
......Upon my roof a hungry hippo sat, pouting.
I found him when I climbed up there to clear the blocked-up spouting.
We’d left the house for just a year, and obviously the tenants
Had mowed the lawns and swept the paths but overlooked this penance.

"There’s been no cake, no cake at all," I heard him sadly mumble.
"No rainbow cake or chocolate cake or even apple crumble.
No honey roll, no coffee scroll, no lamington or muffin.
For days and days, it seems like weeks, all I’ve had is - nuffin’."

Some people suffer, so I‘ve heard, perambulating possums
That patter on their roof all night while feasting on sweet blossoms.
But here I had a larger guest whose dietary history
Was indicating something of a hippopota-mystery.

Whatever was the answer to this hippopota-puzzle
Could wait until some food had filled his hippopota-muzzle.
To get him down the ladder -- he was certain it would break --
I lured him with the promise of a hippopota-mudcake.

So swiftly to the edge, and swifter still to terra firma,
He slid with nothing louder than a hippopota-murmur.
Then, while the cake was baking, he consumed a bowl of custard
That he garnished with the scrapings from a pot o' hippo mustard.

Then he finished off some leftovers of hippopota-mash
And was eying off the overflowing bin with label "trash"!
So, suggesting that it might be wise to have a little rest,
I led him to the bedroom which was clearly labelled "guest."

A hippo could become a pal that I could soon adore,
I thought, until I heard him singing -- or was it a snore?
A sonorous vibrato that would die away, then rally,
Convinced me he was challenged hippopota-musically.

His room, next morning, was another shock, I must confess.
No adolescent‘s ever made such a hippopota-mess!
I’d have to change his habits from what he gobbled usually,
So we started with a breakfast bowl of hippopota-muesli.

Then off we went along the beach for a hippopota-hustle
To build aerobic fitness and some hippopota-muscle.
Clipped his hippopota-mustache, trimmed his hippopota-toes,
Scrubbed his hippopota-teeth and wiped his hippopota-nose.

A handsome healthy hippo soon emerged, so pleased we’d fussed,
For every hippo’s got to do what a hippopota-must.
And soon I heard the gentle hums of hippo hugs and kisses,
For my hippopotamister found his hippopotamissus!

Mearl that was interesting. Very funny and very scary.

Nice work Maerl. I think we've found a winner for Odal's next poetry contest, hands down.

If the competition is this tough, I'm staying home under the textured covers... the ones with little pink hippos on them.

=SV

Oh yeah, when is Odal's next poetry contest?

Hey now that we've got SL down let's see what other online communities we can make to have the hippo as their animal!

i am in horror that we've let the HIPPO thread almost fade into the mist......if you all feel this way.....i wont post anymore <sniff sniff> i miss the hippos thread!!!!!!!!!!!~~~~~<crying uncontrollably, throwing body on ground,looking up,and throwing body down again> aaaaggggggghhhhh.....


Too much Coffee?

Yes far too much

THE hippo thread lives!!!!

When I was collecting animals in West Africa, we once camped on the banks of a river in which lived a hippo herd of moderate size. They seemed a placid and happy group, and every time we went up or down the stream by canoe they would follow us a short distance, swimming nearer and nearer, wiggling their ears and occasionally snorting up clouds of spray, as they watched us with interest. As far as I could make out, the herd consisted of four females, a large elderly male and a young male. One of the females had a medium-sized baby with her which, though already large and fat, was still occasionally carried on her back. They seemed, as I say, a very happy family group. But one night, just as it was growing dark, they launched into a series of roars and brays which seemed like a choir of demented donkeys. These were interspersed with moments of silence broken only by a snort or a splash, but as it drew darker the noise became worse, until, eventually realizing I would be unlikely to get any sleep, I decided to go down and see what was happening. Taking a canoe, I paddled down to the curve of the river, a couple of hundred yards away, where the brown water had carved a deep pool out of the bank and thrown up a great half-moon of glittering white sand. I knew the hippos liked to spend the day here, and it was from this direction that all the noise was coming. I knew something was wrong, for usually by this time each evening they had hauled their fat bodies out of the water and trekked along the bank to raid some unfortunate native's plantation, but here they were in the pool, long past the beginning of their feeding time. I landed on the sandbank and walked along to a spot which gave me a good view. There was no reason for me to worry about noise: the terrible roars and bellows coming from the pool were quite sufficient to cover the scrunch of my boots.
At first I could see nothing but an occasional flash of white where the hippos' bodies thrashed in the water and churned it into foam, but presently the moon rose, and in its brilliant light I could see the females and the baby gathered at one end of the pool in a tight bunch, their heads gleaming above the surface of the water, their ears flicking to and fro. Now and again they would open their mouths and bray, rather in the manner of a Greek chorus. They were watching with interest both the old male and the young who were in the shallows at the centre of the pool. The water reached up only to their tummies, and their great barrel-shaped bodies and the rolls of fat under their chins gleamed as though they had been oiled. They were facing each other with lowered heads, snorting like a couple of steam-engines. Suddenly the young male lifted his great head, opened his mouth so that his teeth flashed in the moonlight, gave a prolonged and blood-curdling bray, and, just as he was finishing, the old male rushed at him with open mouth and the incredible speed for such a bulky animal. The young male, equally quick, twisted to one side. The old male splashed in a welter of foam like some misshapen battleship, and was now going so fast that he could not stop. As he passed, the young male, with a terrible sideways chop of his huge jaws, bit him in the shoulder. The old male swerved round and charged again, and just as he reached his opponent the moon went behind a cloud. When it came out again, they were standing as I had first seen them, facing each other with lowered heads, snorting.

I sat on that sandbank for two hours, watching these great roly-poly creatures churning up the water and sand as they duelled in the shallows. As far as I could see, the old male was getting the worst of it, and I felt sorry for him. Like some once-great pugilist who had now grown flabby and stiff, he seemed to be fighting a battle which he knew was already lost. The young male, lighter and more agile, seemed to dodge him every time, and his teeth always managed to find their mark in the shoulder or neck of the old male. In the background the females watched with semaphoring ears, occasionally breaking into a loud lugubrious chorus which may have been sorrow for the plight of the old male, or delight at the success of the young one, but was probably merely the excitement of watching the fight. Eventually, since the fight did not seem as if it would end for several more hours, I paddled home to the village and went to bed.

I awoke just as the horizon was paling into dawn, and the hippos were quiet. Apparently the fight was over. I hoped that the old male had won, but I very much doubted it. The answer was given to me later that morning by one of my hunters; the corpse of the old male, he said, was about two miles downstream, lying where the current of the river had carried it into the curving arms of a sandbank. I went down to examine it and was horrified at the havoc the young male's teeth had wrought on the massive body. The shoulders, the neck, the great dewlaps that hung under the chin, the flanks and the belly: all were ripped and tattered, and the shallows around the carcase were still tinged with blood. The entire village had accompanied me, for such an enormous windfall of meat was a red-letter day for them. They stood silent and interested while I examined the old male's carcase, and when I had finished and walked away they poured over it like ants, screaming and pushing with excitement, vigorously wielding their knives and machetes. It seemed to me, watching the huge hippo's carcase disintegrate under the pile of hungry humans, that it was a heavy price to pay for love.
by Gerald Durrell
(John Cushman Associates, Inc., 195

How special. Thank you

What would we do if Hippos could pilot helicopters?

There once was a hippo who wanted to fly --
Fly-hi-dee, try-hi-dee, my-hi-dee-ho.
So he sewed him some wings that could flap through the sky --
Sky-hi-dee, fly-hi-dee, why-hi-dee-go.
He climbed to the top of a mountain of snow --
Snow-hi-dee, slow-hi-dee, oh-hi-dee-hoo.
With the clouds high above and the sea down below --
Where-hi-dee, there-hi-dee, scare-hi-dee-boo.

(Happy ending)
And he flipped and he flapped and he bellowed so loud --
Now-hi-dee, loud-hi-dee, proud-hi-dee-poop.
And he sailed like an eagle, off into the clouds --
High-hi-dee, fly-hi-dee, bye-hi-dee-boop.

(Unhappy ending)
And he leaped like a frog and he fell like a stone --
Stone-hi-dee, lone-hi-dee, own-hi-dee-flop.
And he crashed and he drowned and broke all his bones --
Bones-hi-dee, moans-hi-dee, groans-hi-dee-glop.

(Chicken ending)
He looked up at the sky and looked down at the sea --
Sea-hi-dee, free-hi-dee, whee-hi-dee-way.
And he turned and went home and had cookies and tea --
That's hi-dee, all hi-dee, I have to say.

..what would we do if we couldnt fly..........??
COME SEE ME AT BURNING LIFE EVERYONE!!!!!!!!.....hehehe

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Below are many different ways to say...well..you guessed it HIPPO!!!!!!
Acholi Raa
Afrikaans Seekoei
Anuak Rei
Arabic Grinti
Armenian begemond (thx Albert, the king of fat)
avon havonip~avono~pavonot~avona~mavonus
Bemba (copperbelt region in Zambia) Imfubu (thx Helen in NZ)
Bengali Jalahastha

Bulgarian Khipopotam
Catalan hipopòtam
Chilala Nourvu
Chinese Shi Nio (thx to Arthur);
(thanks Danielle)
Creole rivyechwal (thx to Cheyanne and Robyn)
Czech Hroch
Danish Flodhest
DJ lopodopo Hippolopodopomus (thx to Jenna)
Double Dutch hivogippovogopovogotovogmuvugus
Dutch Nijlpaard
Eggerish heggipeggoteggameggusegg (thx to "gibling"
Egyptian Deb (thanks Albin Forsell)
Elkshnishvow Umhibtowvawpottomottommustamoos
Elven Togenta (from Scott R. "The History of Middle Earth Vol.1"
English Hippopotamus
Ernestish shmotamuss
Esperanto Hipopotam
Estonian Jõehobune
Ethiopian Hoboj
Farsi اسب ابى )ج.ش.(؛ كرگدن
Finnish Virtahepo
French Hippopotame
Frisian/Frysk Nylhoars
Gaelic each-aibhne
German Flusspferd or Nilpferd
gibberish hippoglutean (thanks to Alex Fabian)
Greek Ιπποπόταμοσ (thx to Louis Gatoulis the Greek God)
Hawaiian Hipopokamu
Hebrew B'Hemot or Soos-Nahar
Hindi Jal Hasti
Hungarian Vizilo
Indonesian Hippopotamus
Italian Ippopotamo
itta hitta~gip~itta~go~pitta~go~titta~ge~mittagus
Japanese Kaba (or kabba)
Justurt untegleban (thanks Alex F.)
Korean Hama
Krahn Nimeh kla
Latin Hippopotamus
Latvian NĪLZIRGS
Lithuanian Hipopotamai (thx to Terra)
Luganda Envubu
Maltese (language of Malta Europe) ippopotamu (thx Chris)
Mandarin "huh-ma"
Malay Badak Air (thx to abdul rahman)
Norwegian Flodhest (thanks Line Emilie Sverdrup)
Ob hobippobo (thx Samantha)
Persian
Pig Latin ippopotamus-hay (thanks, Spencer!)
Polish Hipopotam
Portuguese Hipopótamo
Romanian Iploche (thx to Elia Costantich)
Russian âåçåíïô or çéððïðïôáí or гиппопотам (in Cyrillic);
We have several transliterations; not sure which, if any, are correct: Begamot, Behemot, Gippopotam
Serbo-Croatian Nilski Konj (thx Jovica & Danielle)
Slovak Hroch (thanks to Miroslav Sedivy)
Spanish Hipopótamo
Swahili Kiboko
Swedish Flodhäst
Tagalog (Phillipines) Hippopotamus
Tamil Neer Yanai
Turkish Suaygiri or Hipopotam (thx to Zeynep Durak)
Ubby Dubby hibippopabatabumubus (thanks to sctr563)
Ukrainian Гўпопотам
Zulu Boma

now arent you glad ...........