Where can a hippo hide?

You hear the door opening ... and this doen't look good. The roof is gone, the kitchen is a mess, all the food is gone. What choice do you have.

Hide, that's what. You run, or try to run, into the dining room, and waddle behind the curtains draped by the window. Hopefully, they will hide your great girth.

The owner of the apartment walks in, but you can't see him (because the curtain is in your way). You hear yelling. The guy must have seen the kitchen.

Suddenly, you hear footsteps coming in your direction. Oh no, he must have spotted you! The curtain comes away and you see...

Written by an anonymous author (edited by wanderer)

A cook.
... Fred the wolf!
... a cult of hippo worshippers

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