It's Africa, 145AD and it's warm. Not just warm, it's hot; like a biblical heat. And these two hippotamus' are lounging around in a pool of mud; doing anything to escape the heat and find something more temperate. If you were there, you'd have seen their eyes, their ears and the top of their heads, only up to the snout. Other than that they're completely submerged.
Four hours pass and these two slovenly hippos still haven't moved, they're still lounging around in exactly the same place; like pigs in shit. This could go on all day, so far as they're concerned. Regardless though, soon after, this slightly above-average size dragonfly navigates its way through the trees surrounding the lagoon; and it lands on the head of one of the hippos.
An hour passes, before the dragonfly decides to leave.
Another hour passes and the sun starts to set, then, with a little indifference, one of the hippos pulls his head out of the mud; cocking his head to look at his mate, he turns and says, "I don't know why, but it feels more like a Wednesday, to me."
Four hours pass and these two slovenly hippos still haven't moved, they're still lounging around in exactly the same place; like pigs in shit. This could go on all day, so far as they're concerned. Regardless though, soon after, this slightly above-average size dragonfly navigates its way through the trees surrounding the lagoon; and it lands on the head of one of the hippos.
An hour passes, before the dragonfly decides to leave.
Another hour passes and the sun starts to set, then, with a little indifference, one of the hippos pulls his head out of the mud; cocking his head to look at his mate, he turns and says, "I don't know why, but it feels more like a Wednesday, to me."
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