This big boy is definitely King of the Pond, but he was a tad cranky that day. The dry season had shrunk the hippos living space to only a large pool in the deeper part of a river bend. Needless to say it was a little crowded and-- Oh Lordy--the smell. Now and then some bubbles rose to the surface followed by large chunks of greenish turd. I suppose we can´t blame him for being upset. I would be too if my home had been turned into a cesspool.