Hi,
I'd like to share with you a story about a hippo.
Once upon a time, there was a hippo.
The hippo couldn't understand why he was born as a
hippopotamus.
He was sad.
He tried to paint stripes on his body, to look like zebras.
It wasn't really successful, in fact he was laughed at.
Nextly later, still hadn't given up,
He tried to paint spots on his body, to look like leopards
instead.
Again, he was not successful, and was being ridiculed for his weird
result.
At last......the hippo finally come to acceptance.
He accepted his condition of being a hippo.
As a result,
The hippo was happy.
The End.
