I appreciate cleverly humorous books.

This is a page from Sad Animals. Makes you glad you’re human, eh?
©2023 Chel Owens
I appreciate cleverly humorous books.
This is a page from Sad Animals. Makes you glad you’re human, eh?
©2023 Chel Owens
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Suddenly the ‘human’ version seems a whole lot more reasonable, doesn’t it?
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Yes. My doctor cleaned the feces out of my pouch for me.
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Now this is so a Christmas present for my grandson 🙃
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It’s on my wish list!
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From the ‘Aren’t you glad you’re not a female kangaroo?’ file.
“At the end of the 28 day pregnancy, the expectant mother takes up a sitting position and grooms her pouch. The baby emerges from an opening at the base of her tail called the cloaca. The infant is very tiny, only about the size of a lima bean. It’s pink and largely undeveloped except for its two front arms that are crucial for its climb up its mother’s abdomen to the pouch. The baby, which is little more than a fetus, makes this climb completely unaided and guided only by instinct. Once inside the pouch the baby finds one of its mother’s four nipples and takes the end of one in its mouth. The baby doesn’t have the muscles to suck at this stage. Instead, the nipple swells inside the baby’s mouth so that it can’t disengage and milk is secreted very slowly into its mouth. Later, once the baby’s jaw is more developed, it will be able to disengage and suck at will.
But the amazing stuff doesn’t stop there. Once mum has given birth, she will mate again and become pregnant only this second baby won’t be born after 28 days like the first one. Instead, the second baby develops until it is a bundle of around 100 cells and then stops growing. It just sits there and waits for the tenant in the pouch to vacate. This ability to suspend a pregnancy is called embyonic diapause and almost all kangaroos and wallabies are capable of it. The advantage to this is that mum can replace a joey very quickly if she loses one.”
https://kangaroocreekfarm.com/about-roos/
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Heir and a spare. Those are smart kangaroos!
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Just like the royal family, only smarter. 😉
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1/ Sibling rivalry taken to extremes. 2/ Kangaroo doo leaves Mama Roo with her hands or paws full in the worst kind of way. (Both lousy exmples of the joys of the Animal Kingdom.)
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On that note (well, the first one), there is a lot of extreme sibling rivalry in the animal kingdom!
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I’m glad I’m not a Tasmanian Devil. As for the kangaroo, cleaning a pouch vs cleaning a nappy … it seems pretty much the same to me.
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😀 That’s where my thinking went.
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wow! this is a must-read book —
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It really is.
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Expanding my horizons here! 😉
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😀
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Or never want children again…
No wonder both these animals can be aggressive …heck they have a lot to stomach 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
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Ha ha! They do!
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The joys of marsupial living.
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I’ll take my bipedal mammalian large-brained ness any day.
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It does have its advantages.
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Ugh
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I know!
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I can relate to the Tasmanian Devils. As the youngest of five kids, I had to fight for survival every day. Finally I emerged victorious, as the last one remaining (the others had all left home).
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This makes you the strongest!
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Okay. I won’t argue with you.
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Clearly the smartest, too.
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That sounds like a strange book, Chel. I’m glad I’m not a Tasmanian Devil or Kangaroo mom. Eeek.
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I have a list; every time I’m pregnant, the list includes being glad I’m not an elephant.
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LOL. I was going to mention not wanting to be an elephant, but then a whole bunch of other animals came to mind – horses, cows, rhinos. The list goes one. Then I started thinking about kittens… little sweet things but nine at a time!
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See? It can be an extensive list. Probably, I’d end up wanting to be a sea horse.
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LOL.
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Oy
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Ouch, right?
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For sure!
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I’m not so sure. There are plenty of Tasmanian devils in the human population. A lot of feces fill pouches too.
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(It’s true.)
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😊
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Wow
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It’s a silly book.
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Indeed!
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😀
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I suppose marsupial society is a patriarchy too; they, too, let the women clear up the s**t. It always seemed to me that dogs had it okay, but then you realise they are hardwired to sniff a**s to work out if they like some other dog or not. Frankly it’s amazing they didn’t die out eons ago.
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As they say, in many ways we are animals too!
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