It lays eggs and then lactates. It’s covered with hair… and has webbed feet. It has a bill (which can sense electrical currents, as if the bill itself weren’t special enough). The babies have teeth; the adults do not. And whoa be unto him who takes a shot of venom from the rear claws of an angry male – morphine can’t touch the month-long aftermath.
Say whaaat? Not what you expect, a little bit of everything thrown in together.
Kind of like life. Kind of like art. Enjoy your time here – and don’t try too hard to figure it out (I’ll do my best to take my own advice).
Comments on: "Platypus? What about it?" (2)
Technically, sweetums, it’s “woe be unto him,” but your “whoa” is funnier.
Ha! Right you are – woe… but whoa *is* funnier.