*sigh* It reminds me of a conversation I was having with one of my good friends, Orville. Y-you're young, you're vibrant, you have that sort of pep in your step. Not as young as I used to be, as you can see. Y'know, it's.it's not easy for a hippopotamus to fit up there. I'm honestly just glad to be out of those air ducts. After all, if it weren't me, it would've just been one of the others, I guess. Y'know, I-I don't feel too bad about it, though. note "*sigh* It seems that you have met your end. Hippo pontificates on the significance of storytelling and how it differs from idle chatter.
I don't think birds know what to do with bread. They don't grow on trees o-or spring up from the bushes. I mean, when you think about it, breads of any sort don't occur in nature. I just never thought to stop the man and tell him that he was killing the ducks by feeding them sourdough bread! And if you want my opinion on the matter-heh, and I told Orville this as well-if you wanna feed ducks, or birds of any kind, for that matter, it's best to buy seed. Y'know, I-I never saw any ducks die myself, but I did notice a substantial decrease in the duck population over the course of a few years. At, uh, at least.at least, that's what I've heard.
It swells up in their stomach, and then they all die. Of course, y'know, you're not supposed to feed the ducks sourdough bread at all.
I do remember a man who would bring his son to the bakery every Wednesday, and.then go feed the ducks. Or rather, they sold it at a discount for people wanting to feed it to the ducks, and then, prob'ly at the end of the day, finally, they threw it all out. They made sourdough bread on Monday, and threw it out Wednesday. Now, this was on a Tuesday, which was good, because rye bread was always fresh on Tuesday. I said to him, 'Orville, let me go get you some rye bread.' Now, I'm unsure if elephants enjoy rye bread, but I assure you that Orville does. Now, if I recall correctly, there was a bakery nearby. They don't have hands at all, do they? They're f-they're all feet! And I-I couldn't imagine anyone asking me to eat a sandwich with my feet. Y'know? Sometimes,' I said, 'a story is-is just a story, so just be quiet for one second of your life and eat your sandwich, okay?' Of course, it was only then I'd realized I'd made sandwiches, and.poor Orville was having such difficulty eating it! Elephants have those clumsy hands, y'know? Actually, I-I suppose that's the problem. And then not only that, but.you'll likely end up believing something you shouldn't believe, thinking something you shouldn't think, o-o-or assuming something you shouldn't assume. You try to read into every little thing, and find meaning in everything anyone says, you'll just drive yourself crazy. And I said to him, I said, 'Orville, I.I have a story.' And he said to me, 'What's the significance of the story?' And.I said to him, 'Orville, not every story has to have significance, y'know? Sometimes, a.y'know, sometimes, a story's just a story. I was having just a delightful picnic with my good friend Orville. It reminds me of one summer day in the park. W-well, from-for everyone else, life goes on. After all, if.if it weren't from me, it would've just been from someone else, y'know? I guess what I'm trying to say is, life.life goes on. But, uh, y'know, I-I don't feel too bad about it. note "My friend, you have met a terrible, terrible demise. Hippo recalls a picnic he and Orville had, which shifts to the topic of sourdough bread and its hazardous effects on ducks.
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