Kingdom of Knuffel

Once one sunny Sunday afternoon in the Land of Aquamarine, a boy named Hippopotamus Graze ran down the embankment that was kept to keep the waters from the bay flowing into Town. Hippopotamus -or Tamus as he was mostly called- was the most flailing little boy one could ever lay there eyes upon. There was not a second to be seen to him he was not moving about or -as this moment- away from something.
He tossed himself down in the grass in a movement so grandeur it was completely beyond what his form would make you believe he could. He knew his mother would complain about the stains on his Sunday's best jacket and knickerbockers. He was even more certain that she would give him a Speech of great Philosophical meaning, that by now she had said so many times she said it in quite a monotonous way he could recite it himself as was it a nursery rhyme.
But lying here looking at the clouds Slowly moving in and out of Town was such true delight for him. When he did that the voices that always plagued him would subside and let him be there just being him. :}