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THE HIPPO AND THE FLOWER

One sunny afternoon, I saw a hippo swimming by the bank of a river. It saw a flower standing by the shores of the river. The flower asked the hippo what he was doing out there by that time of the day.  With a surprising look because it had never heard flowers speak, the hippo answered, “I am swimming!”He later became friends with the flower.

 

By Diamond Cookey- Gam

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