Helen the Hippo is a teddy I've had since I was about two days old. My mum's friend bought her for me and she's been with me ever since: sharing in adventures both real (going to Belgium on my own, for example) and imagined. She's had to have her fur replaced once by sewing a new suit on over her weak body, and her ears replaced twice. Her first pair of ears and her original, rather tattered ribbon are both entombed in a small box kept for sentimentality's sake. She herself went in my bag to all my GCSEs and my most important A Level exams.
As I mentioned already, she accompanied me on my trip to Belgium, which was the first time I travelled without an adult accompanying me, at the tender age of... seventeen. xP So I'm a homebody, what of it?
Anyway, Helen bravely defended me from the natives, or, well, Lisa, who wanted me to get up at such ungodly hours as
before noon. I mean,
really.
Said native did, however, knit her mittens and a scarf, so winning both my approval and Helen's.
Helen has, of course, inspired in me a lifelong love for hippos.
2 comments:
Helen is quite the dashing young hippo. :O
She is, isn't she? :D
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