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The House Hippo…

“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!” from Rissa downstairs.

“What?  What is it?”  I bolt to the top of the stairs.

“This!  JUST. LOOK. AT. THESE. PICTURES!“

“What are you looking at!?!” 

“I signed up for the House Hippo Instagram feed…”

Oh thank God… She hadn’t found any of those pictures…

House Hippos AKA Skinny Pigs AKA Hairless Guinea Pigs.  She has been obsessed ever since she discovered them at our local Buskers Fest’s Crazy Creatures booth.  It was love at first sight.

“GAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!  It’s SO CUTE!!!“

Even I have to admit that I dig them.  I mean, what’s not to love?  They’re like naked mole rats but so much cuter.

She devoted several hours one afternoon to finding house hippo names for a pet she will probably not have until she’s in university.


Boys
Girls
Cédrique
Aurelia
Ignatius
Helena
Lysander
Hermia
Demitrius
Bambina
Constantine
Celeste
Aloysius
Edna
Wolfgang
Wilhelmina
Remus
Maude
Sirius
Harriet
Bartholomew
Bram
Elwood
Paco
Tom
Inigo (Montoya)

    

By reading her list of names you can glean pretty much all of her media influences:  A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Harry Potter, The Incredibles, The Blues Brothers, Love Actually, Studio 60, clowning, cartoons… My favourite: Inigo with (Montoya) in brackets because you know that although she would call it Inigo she would be thinking Montoya in brackets 100% of the time.

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