With two weeks' worth of groceries, it was time to leave. Prepping my body for the inevitable mad dash to my car, I did some stretches in the soup aisle. I heard hippos could run fast, but they didn't have ankles, so I just need to run in zig-zags if they tried to chase me. I wasn't going to let a cramp lead me to my demise. Feeling loose, I went to the cashier check-out line. As the cashier scanned my items, I took one last chance to get some answers and asked. "Hey, you see those hippos, right?"

"Oh, you mean those?" The cashier said pointing to the Hippos outside " Yeah, they've been there for two months now."Relief washed over me. I really wasn't going crazy.

"Where did they come from? Are they dangerous? Do they like turkey?" I said.

"They probably don't like turkey, but I can't confirm or deny. Anyway, I wasn't here when they came, but I heard one day, two random trucks unloaded them from their truck beds, then they just drove off. At first, people were kinda cautious and worried they were going to attack, but they've been harmless. So everybody stopped caring.