Tuesday, 19 February 2008

A Hippo's croissant is his château!


The human may still be running around after châtelaines, francophone or otherwise, but I have been engaged in more important battles!

I have nothing against ants, in general, especially when they feature in short stories. I'd love to have their uncanny sense of whether it's going to rain or not. But sharing my breakfast with them is another matter - especially when I've gone to the trouble of having a real live baker live in the house in order to keep up my Gallic delusions.

Surrounding your consumables with a moat may be an old Australian joke, but hey, mediaeval technology works. Ants can't swim. So there.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

I am simply floored by your malin food-protection idea. I will employ similar methods to protect my honey. --Paddington Bear

Hugo the Hippo said...

That sounds an excellent idea, Paddington - perhaps if there was enough water you could also go fishing in it?
Yours in solidarity, xx Hugo

Anonymous said...

Beware of the Ants, they're much more intelligent than you seem to think! A stupid human once tried, in a far-off tropical country, the same thing as you did, and after heavy losses (anyway, we're only born to die for the Society, aren't we?), we found a solution: if we run as fast as possible, we can walk on water (your stupid Son of God's not the only one)!
Yerk yerk!
A.A (Anonymous Ant)