...nothing quite like it for cooling the blood.
By John Roberts 15 June 2008 01:59:00
Actually, now you come to mention it, how strangely anatomically aware Flanders and Swann were in their lyricisation of the courting ritual of hippopotami - when you can't sweat and, in the case of hippos at least, don't have large ears to flap there really is nothing quite like mud, glorious mud.
Luckily for our heated beasts, though too young to be amorous, mud is something of which we have a plentiful supply and typically it is Lynchee and new found friend Manau that take full advantage...
....and after all that fun and self indulgence, what better way to relax than Manau's choice, just to prove that when you're young, care free and in the company of friends one or two things do compare to mud in the satisfaction stakes!
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