I don't understand you people. Why do you insist on reading my stories? Half of you complain, and the other half love me. And no one understands that I love getting flamed. It's the highlight of my day. So do your worst, I'm prepared to laugh.
Anyway.
Harry and Hermione are walking along outside of Hogwarts, simply looking a the scenery when Squiggle, the amazing flying hippopotamus from the nearby circus realizes he cant fly. Ill leave the rest to your imagination.