I am a hippo, but it doesn’t matter. Tolstoukhova N.A.

A regular hippo named Benedict lives in an ordinary Moscow apartment. He is seven and a half years old. He likes to drink sugar cookies with milk, listen to frogs and reading books. Nobody once in his life told Benedict that being a hippo is bad. But as soon as he went to school, a classmate announced that Benedict was a stupid hippo and he had no place behind his desk.

What to do now? How to say to dad that I don’t want to go to school anymore? And is it possible to make friends with the one who lifts you up?..