Once upon a time there was a group of very clever hippos. They learned how to draw pictures in the mud, some sweet, some salty and some naughty. They laughed in the way that hippos do and had a happy life in their eden of mud and water.
Well, one day a hippo got worried; he worried and worried that there could be an invisible hippo in the sky watching their hippo-ness. He loved his fellow hippos and decided that they must be clever enough to figure out what the sky-hippo might want. A hippo that could make a world must of course be very powerful. He imagined what a sky-hippo might do if he got angry and his hippo knees knocked together. So, he imagined how to make the sky-hippo happy. Then... oh no... he wondered if the sky-hippo might punish them for bad "hipponess" even after they had died! And so, he set about teaching the other hippos how to be good hippos.
The other hippos listened, laughed and played... they ignored him and he felt very frustrated and very angry. “They must listen!” he thought, “I will tell them about what the sky-hippo does to naughty hippos!” And he did. Well, everything changed. The hippos sat glumly in the mud and water. They looked up at the sky, then they were very very good and very very sad inside. There was no more innocent hippo fun, only what the sky-hippo might approve of.
Generations passed, the hippo who told the stories of the sky-hippo best became the new leader and the other hippos stopped their different hippo ideas. They got a look in the eye that was fearful and if anyone spoke ill of the sky hippo, they became very angry because these stories were all that made the world make sense for them.
And... the silliest part of our hippo story is that there really was a sky hippo! And the sky hippo only wanted the hippos to remember what fun it is to be a hippo in mud and water. The sky hippo wanted them to be happy and kind to one another and their hippo-world because, after all, he really was a wonderfully loving sky hippo