She looks into your sole

"I am afraid I cannot tell your future from your palm alone" says the hooded mystic.

"Why not?" you ask.

"You are a hippo, and hippos go along on hands and feet. I shall need to read your foot as well."

You sigh and heave your leg onto the table. "Careful Madame, I'm ticklish!

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