I have been experimenting, writing my first ebook for the Kindle. I’m combining suspense and marketing, and writing a short novel, to help people understand the power of storytelling. It’s a novel for marketers. I started writing while I was in Denmark during Easter. The first draft will be finished next week.
I watched a Hippopotamus watch me
I love animals, and even though I don’t like to see animals in captivity, I have to admit that I visit a zoo every time I get the chance. I want to be close to animals where ever I am. So, I waited for my family to get in the car, and we drove for an hour to Givskud Zoo.
I’m not sure why, but this is probably the most exciting time I have had inside a zoo – ever. I walked among monkeys, I drove among giraffes and lions, and I watched elephants play with a ball. I watched a huge hippopotamus watching me. It was not like I was in Africa, even though I tried to fly away, just for a few minutes.
It felt like the sun was poking me in my eyes. I had to turn away. I couldn’t see my daughter anywhere. I called her name. I called her name again. And, then I realized that my son had vanished as well. He was just standing there, right next to me. I remembered that I gave them money to buy some ice cream. I walked away from the hippopotamus, and away from the sun, looking for two kids buying ice cream.
A different approach to charity
They didn’t buy ice cream. Not yet. My daughter was holding a hammer. My son was holding a hammer. They were hammering something on a huge poster of a hippopotamus. I walked closer, and read the sign. It said that we should nail coins to the poster, to help the hippopotamus foundation. I smiled as my kids were trying their best to get the coins to stick. I love different. I ended up giving them more coins.
My daughter nailed it every time. I love storytelling, and to me, giving money to charity is always a pleasure, but it’s so much easier if they add a story and an activity to it. Hammering coins to a large poster of a hippopotamus was a lot of fun. The activity helped us become a part of the story, the sad story of the few hippopotamuses left in the world.
Brutalis and the Huge Dent
My son was ready to buy ice cream. He was shouting his sister’s name, and asking her to come. She started running, but I stopped. I was fascinated by the story of Brutalis, a very aggressive hippopotamus. Brutalis tore up the feeding trough from the stable floor and trashed it with his horn.
I was reading the sign. Looking at the huge dent. Thinking about Brutalis, while the sun kept poking me in the eyes. I couldn’t hear my kids yell, so, my daughter ended up poking me in the side. We want ice cream dad, now, she said. I was fascinated by the story, and how they told the story. They used the evidence, and pictures of Brutalis. And even though Brutalis is not among us anymore, the story will always be remembered.
Update: I received a comment from Wayne that he was confused when I mentioned a hippo, and it was a picture of a rhino. After reading Wayne’s comment, I discovered that I have actually been talking about both a hippo and a rhino, but since I had already written the story, I want to keep it that way. If it was a hippo or a rhino is not the point of the story, but it made me smile and I’m really sorry for the confusion (I’m Norwegian, that’s the only excuse I have).