It started with chicken pox

When I was six years old, I got the chicken pox and my aunt came over to watch me that Sunday morning. She brought some toys that my cousins no longer played with, among them a green hippo stuffed animal. I named him Hippo (as only a creative six-year-old can) and have been enamored with these lovable animals for the last 30+ years. Hippos are the best!