Once upon a time there was a hippo named Henrietta. Her life was really difficult. Luckily she had two good friends, or so she thought. Charlese was her second friend and was an extremely empathetic animal. The other friend, Foebe the flamingo, was the most popular animal around the Mexican beach. She too was very empathetic, to herself.
“Ugh, my life is so hard” Foebe says, “I can’t find anything to match my new pink shoes!”
Charlese retorts, “that must be really hard for you.”
Henrietta sadly groans, “I wish I could help.”
Tears pour down her face as she read the text from her doctor, “the cancer is back. They will need to amputate the other leg” but she doesn’t say anything to her friends.
Charlese knew what was happening. She jogged over for a hug but the flamingo sauntered over.
“Charlese, omg, I always knew you were the nice one. Thank you so much for getting me another drink. I was literally dying.” Charlese stuck between two friends, scampers off to grab the drink.
Henrietta goes over and confides in the flamingo and tells her she has to have her other leg amputated because of cancer. Foebe replies with, “oh you’re so lucky. I couldn’t find any shoes to match my pink shoes this morning. You won’t have that problem. Omg, I wish I was you. This wheelchair is so drab. I couldn’t go out of the house looking like that. Don’t worry sweetie I’ll glam it up for you.”
Before Henrietta can reply, Charlese returns with Foebe’s drink. Foebe puts the drink to her lips and suddenly screams out, “Charlese what is this? I told you I cannot have ice cold drinks. Are you trying to kill me? My gold infused lip gloss causes me to have hives when I drink with ice cubes! What do you expect me to do, not wear my lipgloss?”
Charlese fumbled the bag, yet again, but this time she felt as though luck was on her side. In the middle of Foebe’s tantrum, Henrietta’s hand slips, spilling Foebe’s drink all over her new pink shoes!
“Henrietta!! WHAT THE DUCK!! I CANNOT believe you did this to me! I knew you were always jealous of me!” Foebe shouts as she shakes her head left and right, her luscious locks sticking to her tacky lip gloss.
“I’m SO sorry Foebe,” Herietta tearfully exclaims. “It was an accident. I never, ever, meant for this to happen!!” But Henrietta’s words mean nothing to Foebe. To calm down, Foebe turns to her trusty app Tiktok.
“The renegade will help me calm down,” Foebe pridefully claims. After setting her camera up to perfectly show the beach in the back, Foebe fails to see that Henrietta, sobbing and snot filled face, is seen as well. Every beat Foebe hits has Henrietta floored, like literally. Henrietta’s leg finally gives out and she can no longer stand up from her chronic pain.
Out of the corner of Foebe’s eye, she sees Henrietta sobbing with devastation on the sand, and grabs her phone to turn the camera around and capture Henriettes depressing mess. As Foebe laughs continue on and on, Henrietta's anger and sadness rises. Foebe takes four steps forward, “everyone look at this loser lacking. I caught her in 4k!” This was Henrietta’s final straw—she SNAPS *actually snaps*. SHE CHOMPS FOEBE *lets out a loud burp*.
Charlese looks on from the side, flabbergasted at the sight. Overjoyed to not be pushed around anymore by Foebe, Charlese lets, “oh girl, you ate—for real for real. Slayyy queen.”
Only Foebe’s new pink shoes remain as her legacy. The shoes, as tragic as Foebe’s character, are the reminders of her inconsiderate and ignorant actions that were harmful to those around her.
“Ugh, my life is so hard” Foebe says, “I can’t find anything to match my new pink shoes!”
Charlese retorts, “that must be really hard for you.”
Henrietta sadly groans, “I wish I could help.”
Tears pour down her face as she read the text from her doctor, “the cancer is back. They will need to amputate the other leg” but she doesn’t say anything to her friends.
Charlese knew what was happening. She jogged over for a hug but the flamingo sauntered over.
“Charlese, omg, I always knew you were the nice one. Thank you so much for getting me another drink. I was literally dying.” Charlese stuck between two friends, scampers off to grab the drink.
Henrietta goes over and confides in the flamingo and tells her she has to have her other leg amputated because of cancer. Foebe replies with, “oh you’re so lucky. I couldn’t find any shoes to match my pink shoes this morning. You won’t have that problem. Omg, I wish I was you. This wheelchair is so drab. I couldn’t go out of the house looking like that. Don’t worry sweetie I’ll glam it up for you.”
Before Henrietta can reply, Charlese returns with Foebe’s drink. Foebe puts the drink to her lips and suddenly screams out, “Charlese what is this? I told you I cannot have ice cold drinks. Are you trying to kill me? My gold infused lip gloss causes me to have hives when I drink with ice cubes! What do you expect me to do, not wear my lipgloss?”
Charlese fumbled the bag, yet again, but this time she felt as though luck was on her side. In the middle of Foebe’s tantrum, Henrietta’s hand slips, spilling Foebe’s drink all over her new pink shoes!
“Henrietta!! WHAT THE DUCK!! I CANNOT believe you did this to me! I knew you were always jealous of me!” Foebe shouts as she shakes her head left and right, her luscious locks sticking to her tacky lip gloss.
“I’m SO sorry Foebe,” Herietta tearfully exclaims. “It was an accident. I never, ever, meant for this to happen!!” But Henrietta’s words mean nothing to Foebe. To calm down, Foebe turns to her trusty app Tiktok.
“The renegade will help me calm down,” Foebe pridefully claims. After setting her camera up to perfectly show the beach in the back, Foebe fails to see that Henrietta, sobbing and snot filled face, is seen as well. Every beat Foebe hits has Henrietta floored, like literally. Henrietta’s leg finally gives out and she can no longer stand up from her chronic pain.
Out of the corner of Foebe’s eye, she sees Henrietta sobbing with devastation on the sand, and grabs her phone to turn the camera around and capture Henriettes depressing mess. As Foebe laughs continue on and on, Henrietta's anger and sadness rises. Foebe takes four steps forward, “everyone look at this loser lacking. I caught her in 4k!” This was Henrietta’s final straw—she SNAPS *actually snaps*. SHE CHOMPS FOEBE *lets out a loud burp*.
Charlese looks on from the side, flabbergasted at the sight. Overjoyed to not be pushed around anymore by Foebe, Charlese lets, “oh girl, you ate—for real for real. Slayyy queen.”
Only Foebe’s new pink shoes remain as her legacy. The shoes, as tragic as Foebe’s character, are the reminders of her inconsiderate and ignorant actions that were harmful to those around her.