Bored with the chunky ladies, a bull hippo seeks annexation
  with a crocodile. But the croc is busy watering her garden
  of exotic river flowers. Her can has a little hole in the
  bottom. Perhaps, this is the place causality leaks.
     Your approach needs work, says the croc, whirling
around. Far too much lumbering intent.
     Actually, I was observing your blossoms.
     Strange angle from which to make an observation,
wouldn't you agree?
He wonders if this is the calculating female who devoured
her last mate instead of collecting alimony. The baboons
cleared that croc of all charges. Remember, only primates
get to emancipate themselves, his father once told him.
The whole prehensile thumb deal, lucky bastards.
     So, Mr. Hippo, says the croc, interrupting his thought.
What'll it be—a little phallic force or a horticultural course?

Volume 1, Issue 2, 2007