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How the Hippopotamus Caught a God in Gridlock

        sharp series of taps on his back. Corkscrewing his neck he glimpsed a
        scrawny white bird perched on his spine.
          “Who are you, egret? You’re not my regular bird: your beak feels a
        lot sharper. Why are you pecking at me?”
          “Cool  down,  hippo-pippo,  my  friend.  I  am  old  Hakili-kono.  Just
        passing through these parts,” whistled the bird, hopping about to get a
        clawhold on Lumu’s leathery skin. “I was in that tree on the bank over
        there and I couldn’t help overhearing part of your conversation just
        now with that other hippo.”
          “Oh, you mean Borgo, my big brother. He knows everything, but
        I’d never let him think that I thought so.”
          The scraggly egret cackled. “Well, I certainly don’t think he’s all that
        smart.  You  earthbound  creatures  have  a  very  distorted  and  limited
        view of what’s possible. We sky-dwellers know much better what can
        or cannot be.”
          Lumu huffed. “But you can’t argue with logic. My brother said that
        the clump of grass on the other side of the river can’t be there and
        here at the same time, and I’m sure he’s right. Otherwise—”
          “Otherwise, fiddlesticks!” chirped Hakili-kono. “Keep your eyes on
        that tall green plant on the far bank you desire: the one with the single
        bright purple and orange flower.”
          The bird was airborne before Lumu had fully digested the sense of
        his  words,  but  curiosity  impelled  him  to  follow  the  egret  visually.
        Hippo eyesight is not the best, so he squinted and strained to keep
        that distant target in focus. In a few moments Hakili-kono had flapped
        his way over to the foliage Lumu had been coveting. No sooner had
        he alighted on the plants than he was on the wing again, flying back
        across the water. But now he gripped something in his beak: a long
        green stem with a glowing patch of color on one end.
          No! thought Lumu, it can’t be! He looked intently at the other bank,
        and what looked like the original flower was still there, waving slowly
        on its long green stalk. Lumu’s massive jaw dropped with a splash, and
        his small bloodshot eyes bulged with disbelief.
          The bird landed on his shoulder, and let the plant fall in front of
        Lumu’s  face.  “There.  Remember,  you  saw  only  one  of  these  over



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