A clever lark landed on a low branch in a tree by the river. Below her a hippopotamus stood doing nothing at all.
‘I am a hippopotamus,’ said the lark.
The hippopotamus looked up and said, ‘No, you’re not. You’re a little bird. I am a hippopotamus. See my two lower great dagger tusks?’
The hippopotamus opened wide her mouth and proudly displayed her impressive teeth.
‘I am a special sort of hippopotamus, the flying sort that doesn’t need big fat clumsy teeth like that,’ said the clever lark.
‘But look,’ said the hippopotamus, ‘I’m big and I can do this.’
The hippopotamus lumbered into the river and thrashed and bellowed. Then it paused to look at the lark as if to say ‘See?’
The lark yawned, performed a small shudder fluff of feathers, and said, ‘Oh, impressive. I don’t deny that you are the common sort of hippopotamus, but I am special. In fact, I am your Queen. You must obey me. Do you understand?’
Confused, the hippopotamus blinked her eyes, began to say something, paused, began again, paused.
‘Well, I’m waiting. Will you obey?’ said the lark.
The hippopotamus bowed her head and said, ‘Yes, Your Majesty.’
Moral: A hippopotamus is no match for a clever lark.