Bromford and Hippo … / Bon Automne, Bon Automne …

 

»Monday, Monday
So good to me
Monday mornin′
It was all I hoped it would be«

»Well, dude«, says the llama, »looking at the photo of your latest new-animal-companion-date I would say this Monday morning hadn't been too good to you. No offense. No body-shaming. And stop singing, please!«

»None taken«, I answer.

»Taken what?« asks the llama.

»Offense. None taken. And call me The Mamas & The Papas from now on.

Oh Monday mornin'
Monday mornin′ couldn't guarantee
That Monday evenin' you would still be here with me…«

The animal is shaking its head.

»Do you always take the shapes and forms of your companions? I have heard that about dogs and their masters. Dogs start to look like their owners and likewise the owners start to look like their dogs the longer they are living together.«

»Are you talking to me, animal?« I ask. »Are you really talking to me? Are you saying I am starting to look like a hippo?«

»…potamus!«

»What?«

»Hippopotamus! You are starting to look like a hippopotamus, dude. Kind of chunky.«

»That's all muscles, animal. I have been working out a lot lately.«

»You are such a liar, dude.«

»And 'potamus' is Latin for 'Let us drink!'«

»Are you sure?« the llama wants to know. »But who am I to argue? Let's get drunk. With hippo or without …potamus.«

And during trotting to the kitchen to fetch some glasses I can hear the animal mumble,

»I kind of like the red shirt. Or even the idea of Bromford Bibble being a red-shirt. But the hippo is kind of strange and weird. Way too blue. And where are the hind-legs? Maybe lost while swimming in the Nile.«

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Today is Monday, the 22nd of September, 2025.