Hippo's phone rang.
- Please, baby, stop this noise, I need to hear not only you...
I should probably be offended by his words. This is not noise, but music.
Maybe I'm not very good at playing all the instruments at once yet, but in any case, it's already much better than a couple of months ago, when I decided to become one pig orchestra
- Your Uncle Henry called, - Hippopotamus said a few minutes later. He wants to meet you and apologize for the family's behavior. He says that our visit was unexpected and that's why they reacted incorrectly.
- But I don't want a family like that - I don't like them. Why did you give them your phone number anyway?
- Stop it. You don't choose your family. It doesn't oblige you to anything, maybe you'll love them with time, and you can always break off the relationship. Don't take anything from them and you won't owe them anything. And anyway - you constantly whine that you are a poor thing alone in this cruel world.
So what, I'm whining, I like whining and feeling sorry for myself, and this nasty family wants to deprive me of such a privilege...
But how can you prove anything to Hippopotamus, that stubborn, stubborn fellow? It looks like I'll have to meet this Uncle Henry...