“Ladies and gentlemen I am sorry to inform you that we will not be hearing from Henrietta, the Singing Hippo tonight.”
Big, crocodile tears rolled down Henrietta’s cheeks. She heard Mike’s loud, boominy voice echoing through the building. She would miss Mike, he had always been nice to her.
Where she was going to go she didn’t know, all she knew is that she couldn’t stay.
She was tired. Always performing night after night. Henrietta loved to sing, so at first this had been a dream job. Who would have thought that she would ever tire of singing and she knew that deep down she wasn’t tired of singing. No, she was tired of performing!
She was tired of being criticized if the audience wasn’t big enough or.they didn’t clap enough. The owner Claude was all about numbers and money and when his expectations weren’t met, it was Henrietta who suffered.
Enough was enough! She had finally stood up to Claude and his response was to fire her. She had only wanted to cut back her hours and be treated better but maybe this would be for the best. It was time for a change.
The night was dark as Henrietta plodded down the street not knowing where she was headed. Her picture on the billboard glared down on her and she was sad , but also a little excited. Who knew what the next adventure in store for her would be.
Henrietta was getting hot , she had ro find a river to cool off in soon. She had been walking for awhile and was tired.
What was that sound? She was glad to see a swamp ahead of her, but what was wrong. It looked like there was a girl dressed in a beautiful gown and crying.
When Henrietta got up to the girl she asked her what was wrong.
Isabella gulped at seeing Henrietta and hearing her talk. But should she be surprised? Why not add a talking hippo to this mixed up night!
“I thought I was headed to a grand ball, but I am stuck at this muddy swamp!”
Croak,Croak! The bullfrogs song was the only sound of the night.
Henrietta wasn’t quite sure what to say and then the girl spoke again.
The crazy magician was supposed to turn one of.these frogs into a Prince but he ended up turning himself into a frog! Now I have no way to get anywhere for the Jackalopes ran away with the wagon.” Isabella started to cry again.
Wow! Henrietta thought that she had problems, but magicians that turned into bullfrogs and runaway Jackalopes! Poor Henrietta wasn’t sure what to think.
They both sat and stared into the swamp at the frogs jumping around and one bullfrog in particular seemed very agitated! It wouldn’t stop jumping!
Henrietta pointed to it. “Do you think thats the magician?”
Isabella looked and then started to laugh and she kept laughing. She laughed so hard that tears rolled down her face again, but these were happy tears.
Henrietta started laughing as well, for laughter is contagious. Oh it felt good to laugh.
After a few minutes she tried to compose herself enough to say. “HI, I am Henrietta, the singing hippo.”
Isabella was wiping her cheeks, she had stopped to catch a breath.
Henrietta opened her mouth to sing and Isabelle couldn’t believe it. As if this night could get any crazier, she once again found herself overcome by laughter. The bullfrogs provided back up music for Henrietta. One poor bullfrog though wasn’t croaking. It was still jumping frantically all around the swamp.