Meet Wooter

Mama found Wooter in a bin. I know that sounds bad, but it weren't a rubbish bin. It was a toy bin outside British Heart Foundation shop on Burleigh Street. Us hippos often have a hard life; people only have us for awhile, and then they want to throw us away. I don't know why.

Mama saw Wooter's bum sticking out of the bin and fought "I know that bum. That's like Gurney's bum." So she paid £1.50 for him and brought him back home. He calls me Uncle Gurn. He is my protege. I have taught him everyfink I know.

Let me introduce you to some of my other friends:

Wooter | Spunky Brown | Snapper | Kuato