Maranatha hid her beautiful hippopotamus head under a pile of straw
She cried and cried into the dry straw, it itched her face
and she stayed under her pile like that as the day went from afternoon to night time
during the sunset, when the clouds to the west were all magenta and purple
Maranatha's friend Timothy, the zoo keeper, entered the pen
he brought with him some carrots and apples to calm her rumbling tummy
he told her that its ok to fart sometimes, and its ok to feel embarrassed
he told her the people loved her very much, they only wanted to see her happy
but she was inconsolable, so her left her to cry
and when he left his heart hurt for her so much he was distracted
and he forgot to lock the pen door behind him
what was Maranatha to do? She could stay crying and stay embarrassed and stay confused
or she could go and start going and start exploring and see what the world held for her
so she bolted
light as a feather and nimble as a sparrow and quiet as a mouse and deft like a ninja
she glided past the guileless guard
she slipped by the noisy monkey cage
she scooted by the lazy lion enclosure
and she was right there at the back end of the zoo at the chain link fence
the fence might have served some barrier to a smaller animal
but Maranatha was not to be stopped
she put one hefty foot up against the pole holding up the fence and applied a little pressure
the entire section toppled over and she was off
and she tip toed into the dark unknown woods
Next Time; Green Lake
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