“…the butterfly flew off with the hippo.” (NOMTOM)

ROTFLMAO!

Neil- it has been many comments since yours, but yours is still making me smile!
“There’s a hippo under my butt”. That is quite the philosophical flutterbutterfly! Nice touch.
Kipling, not Aesop, but the moral, as I remember it is not to be silly or foolish, after having been warned of the dangers, let the wily and dangerous crocodiles of life lure you into a false sense of security and then change your life forever (?) Seems like good advice. It may also be that once you have your life changed, roll with it. Others have a better grasp on it, I’m sure.

Katrina — and the moral? C’mon, with Aesop there’s always ALWAYS a moral to the story…

RatChic — which one’s wearing the sweater?

“Won’t you be my, could you be my, won’t you be my neighbor?”

And the great, grey, green, greasy Limpopo river is again alive in our hearts, thanks, peeps.
Yes, the wiley crocodile was able to get too close and stretched the silly elephant-child’s trunk.

If only someone would read me that story….as it was read 50 years ago.

Keep the stories alive, peeps, keep them alive…

OOMIGAWD!!

::chokes on apple::

Rather than “puking up rainbows”, you now “have butterflies in your snots”.

I seriously laughed at that so hard a piece of apple shot out at my privacy screen.

Not a problem, Momcat.

Awesome photography. Jealous.

LOL Theo thanks. Now my day is complete.

Ewww. Hippo.