Once Upon a KangarooA Chapter by Robert Francis CallaciI could have been a contender...Once
upon a Kangaroo I
was hip, hop, hopping along, minding my own business, when to my utter surprise
a pack of wild dingoes leapt out of the bush and blocked my way. They snarled,
growled, and bared their teeth in a show of ferocity. The leader of the pack
with spittle dripping off his tongue said to me,
“We will let you go free
and unharmed if you surrender the baby that’s in your pouch. Kangaroo
baby meat is quite a treat and is known to give added strength to those who
chew on its bone and marrow. Hand it over to us, if you don’t, we will tear and
rip you into bite sized pieces.”
The
thought of handing over my precious sweet baby to those sniveling pieces of
trash was out of the question. The only option was to do damage to them before
they did it to me and my child. I’m a peace loving kangaroo; I’m even a
pacifist of sorts and the thought of afflicting lethal force on these creatures
was unsettling. I decided to give them one last chance by issuing them a
warning. If they didn’t heed it, it would be on their heads not mine. I said,
“I regretfully
decline your offer. Please let me pass, for if you do, you will live, if not,
you will most certainly die. I’m a master at most forms of the martial arts.
I’m also a world champion kick boxer. Your’ howling and barking does not
frighten me, it only annoys me in that you may wake up my daughter. Go back to
the bushes where you belong and let me go on my way.”
The
dingoes only laughed at my warning and attacked. To their utter amazement and
shock I became a kangaroo blur. With amazing grace and skill I kicked and
punched each and every dingo with the precision of a machine. They all fell
where they stood and died a quick but agonizing death. The last to die was the
leader of the pack. He whimpered and squealed liked the coward that he was. I
showed no mercy. He deserved none. The son of a b***h should have heeded my
warning.
As
I hipped hopped away from the carnage that I wrought, my daughter that was
still napping in my pouch woke up and said,
“Mommy what was that
noise. It sounded a little scary.”
“It was nothing but
the wind,” I
said. “Go back to sleep. I’ll wake you up
when we get to the keep. Daddy has a big surprise for you when we get home...
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AuthorRobert Francis CallaciPort Richey, FLAboutMy passion is writing- I've been writing a mythological tale on the many facets and faces of GOD- I've been a net poet for the past seventeen years- I'm a former admin at lit .org and active one (Patr.. more..Writing
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