Once upon a time there was a young hippopotamus

Once upon a time there was a young hippopotamus girl called Zoe, she was walking through an Urban jungle called Camden...

enjoying the summer sun, when, all of a sudden, a giant crack appeared in front of her in the road. Being the unobservant hippopotamus that she was, she fell through the crack into

a large pool of liquid. Good job she could swim. Hang on, this is custard, I'll have to

to the backstroke and gobble this up. Ewww...this isn't custard it's dried mucus. Holy smokes I'm in a giant puddle of snot that must have been dropped by...that T Rex that just

seconds ago. The t-Rex wheeled around, talons carving grooves into the soft metal of the floor. It was sick and I knew it, digging my way from its pool of sneeze. I pulled a tissue

I realized that my sentence was already the longest way to the short point, and messing it up any more proved challenging. So, I pulled out my thesaurus and tried to

desyllabize my speech. What one might expect to be the hardest word -- antidisestablishmentarianism, was actually easiest. Piety.

Piety in comparison was more difficult, unless one included logophilia. But if syllables are related to combinations of letters, perhaps a rebus of language would improve things

or maybe not. Ah well, he thought philisophically, enough interlectual musings... Goodbye Children! Goodbye!