Once there was a majestic Lion who had been the king of the jungle for quite a few years. But enough is enough. “I’ve done my bit,” he said. “It’s time for someone else to take the reins.”
Lady Giraffe dared suggest that a female should be in charge. “We’ve always had males,” she said. “It’s time for a woman, and why not me? I’m very capable, and what is more, unlike all these boys of the jungle, I’m squeaky clean.”
“You’re what?” exclaimed a Bunch of Bush Rats. “You’re corrupt to the core!”
“Easily solved,” said King Lion. “I shall give a Royal Pardon, and then everything will be alright!”
And he did! He royally pardoned Mrs Giraffe there and then.
“I accept!” said Mrs Giraffe graciously. “I’m innocent at last! Innocent at last! Thank God Almighty I’m innocent at last.”
“Aha!” exclaimed the Bunch of Bush Rats, “an acceptance of pardon is an admission of culpability.”
Hilda the hippopotamus fell in love with Geronimo. But there was a problem: Geronimo was a giraffe.
What’s wrong with that? you might well ask. The difficulty was that they were into their third date and busy necking in the back seat of their Volkswagen, and there simply wasn’t enough room.
“There’s only one thing for it,” said Geronimo. “We need a sports car with a roll-back hood thingy.”
So that’s what they got and it solved lots of problems. Pretty soon, Hilda and Geronimo were married. They had six kids, three hipporaffes and three gipotamuses. They lived happily ever after, and actually, if you must know, some of their kids became quite famous.