Hippopotamus': Water-dwelling, sassy, round-nostrilled creatures that have adorable molars. A few weeks ago, I had to get three teeth pulled out, which, for me, is nothing new. In my nearly fifteen years of life, I have gotten seven teeth extracted from my stinky mouth, as apparently I have enormous teeth, proportionally speaking, for my small mouth. This particular time, though, they were grow-up teeth, so it hurt a bi more than I anticipated. Even so, I was extremely out of it. One cup of this sleepy-inspiring liquid, and I was sleeping on a person's lap in the waiting room. She carried me in, put me down on the chair, and the only ting I remember is when they finally were able to remove a stubborn tooth and it went flying across the room. That was comforting. But the main reason for this was braces. Yes, painful brackets of colorful rubber bands. For about four years now, my dentist has been talking about me getting braces, though I do not grow much, and they keep on thinking that someday I might actually get taller. Well, I guess they gave up hope, because the chart says the same, but sure enough, there are braces on my poor, innocent teeth. I think many people have experiences this, and understand that it can be a bit excrutiating, though I am very thankful for them. After all, my teeth are an absolute disaster. But while this experience might hurt a bit for some people, I am quite a dramatic person. If someone were to say something mean to me, I have been taught that I should just flip them off. I am jst not that tough. I will probably start bawling, and take a week to recover. A person was prepared for just this kind of a situation. At home, glorious in ever, single way, a hippopotamus was waiting for me: The most beautiful gift a person could ever have.