Howie and Zuzu are best friends. They spend their days ambling about, taking in the scenery of Trillium Bramble, always arm in arm. They have a funny habit of simply laying right down, wherever they are, whenever they feel the least bit tired. Sometimes, they sit back to back, up atop Rollie Pollie Hill (can you guess how they get down?), and tell each other stories about the clouds in the sky:
“…and THEN the cockroach swam UP to the princess, and said, ‘Don’t cry, don’t cry!’” crowed Howie, gesticulating wildly. Zuzu giggled. Whenever Howie got really into a story, his gyrations would send Zuzu’s tummy flab into wiggly jiggles, which tickled him just delightfully.
“…And that’s when the Hippo King said, ‘My goodness gracious me, ho ho! Is this tremendous meringue for…ME??’” continued Zuzu, putting on a deep, ponderous voice. This, of course, reminded each of them that they were feeling a might bit peckish, and they both started looking around for the dandelion bucket. It was empty.
“Hey,” said Howie, flopping over to one side rather suddenly. Zuzu, abruptly unpropped, flapped his arms in a decidedly undignified way, and fell flat on his back in the grass. “Wanna go see if Myrtle’s peonies are blooming yet?” He bit his lip and grinned wickedly at Zuzu, who had resumed his usual elegance, his massive head propped on one stubby arm, bent stylishly at the elbow.
“Mmmmm…” sighed Zuzu languorously, closing his eyes in blissful recollect. “The blush pink ones ARE just soooo delicious…” He opened his eyes and grinned back at his friend. “Shall we?” he asked, winking coquettishly. And with that, he gave one little kick and was off, rolling pell-mell down the hillside, with Howie not far behind.
5" tall by 5" wide.
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