Sacagawea


Once upon a time there was a hippo. Her name was Sacagawea. After enjoying a midnight crocodile as a midnight snack she proceeded to climb up the bank of the river, sleepy and satisfied. She thought she heard a rustling in the bushes ahead, but blamed it on her tired mind. Sacagawea meandered along the dusty path to her home . . . BANG! The shot was perfect and that was the end of poor Sacagawea.

The End

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