Aesop revisited (5)
THE HOUND, THE HARE, AND THE HIPPO
Although they admired his enterprising nature, some folks said they thought the hound was a bit of a voyeur, but they never said it to his face, not being willing to risk being bitten over what they knew was merely a gossipy opinion and not necessarily a fact at all and anyway there were always some rather private things going on about the farm that they themselves liked to take a gander at. (Perhaps that last phrase might help you to laugh at the pun about the goose if you hadn't already gotten it.) Now, one day a very prudish, tee totaling hippopotamus whom the other hippos had nick-named Saint Augustine for his pious pretension, mistakenly happened to rumble, I suppose you could say "ramble" but it was really more of a "rumble," into the farmyard grounds (you can probably guess that the farm was in Africa), and made a little sort of "tsk-tsk-tsk" sound at the sight of the totally inebriated hare who happened to be right in the middle of singing his very favorite song. Since a good shepherd always takes care of his flock, that was all it took for him to start tearing into the hippo, first with very sharp words and then when that didn't seem to do much good, at the hippo's backside with even sharper teeth. You may think that a hippo could brush a dog off just like that but not in this case! The hippo, being on the young side, had only recently gotten a little tail and he valued keeping it so he went scurrying off, whimpering something that sounded like "Hang the fang!" but I'm not really sure what it was or even what it meant.
When you're confronting a drunkard and not sure of your grounds, be careful what you say about the hare of the dog that bit you. © 2004__Muldoon Elder
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