Heat, heart, hippopotamus
Harry the hippopotamus was happy. He hardly hurried and he held a heart that hankered after a heavenly hippo named Helen. She was not just heavenly, she was honorable, heart-stirring, and heroic. Once she held back, with only the handle of a horticulture hamper, a heinous hijacker heaving honey cakes and howling horrible hearsay about hockey. Helen handpicked hockey heroes and watching them was one of the highly valued hours in their day. Harry hunched into the heated mud of the harbor, heedful of the helpful happening of having Helen in his life.