The challenge – write something using the work prompt: Kangaroo. The prompt comes from Jennifer Nichole Wells fabulous site.
Try as I might I have been completely incapable of coming up with an idea of interest on the matter of the Kangaroo. For three months I have churned out all manner of things on a ludicrous breadth of subjects but the Kangaroo has me flummoxed.
I think perhaps I find them rather underwhelming, despite their large feet and ability to box grown men in the circus which should be more impressive than it actually is. I look at them and I feel nothing inspiring despite the wonder I am sure some would say they are.
I know that probably makes me beastly, but I think it might just be the vacant look on their faces that I find so very dull, and I am sorry but it makes me want to punch them. Right in the face.
Now as cruel as that might seem, given their ability in the ring I am pretty sure I would be able to claim self defence if I was found wrestling one to the ground in the street.
If I was going to dispose of any large amount of them, and obviously this is just hypothetically speaking – I think that a tornado would be my weapon of choice. Let us assume that they went a little crazy and started stealing babies as animals in Australia are, I believe, quite prone to do. Dingo’s stole Azaria Chamberlain if her mother is to believed so I don’t think it is too far a stretch of the imagination.
It’s not like I’m proposing a koala stole a chubby toddler, that would be ludicrous. Koala’s are far too weak for that.
Anyway, back to my kangaroo filled tornado.
The thought of a couple of thousand of them whisked into the air and spinning uncontrollably looking all perplexed and bewildered has me chuckling far more than it should. Sorry.
Right, as I was saying – nothing to see here and fingers crossed next week’s prompt has me more inspired.
Sorry Jennifer.
More stuff to read perhaps?
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