Wombats be good cooks

By robinstarveling

So I was walking along following the foot tracks of the badger who stole mine hair and along the path sitting next to quite a cozy fire with something quite yummy cooking was a wombat.  I asked the Wombat what his name was (for one cannot possible ask to share a meal with a complete stranger) and he said he be called Ted.  I found it a peculiar name for a wombat.  I have known wombats named Percy, Clarence, Thomas, oh wait Thomas be not a wombat he be a…a…a…  Anyway, so I sat with Ted the wombat at his cozy fire, which was a good thing, as it had begun to rain and I had begun to become quite coldlisome.  Ted offered me some of the bacon he had cooking up in the pan, it was quite delicious.  I ne’er did know that wombats could cook.  Percy and Clarence ne’er once offered to cook for me.  So as we sat and ate bacon we talked.  It was not at all like when I talked to the little buggie.  This was much more pleasant, as wombats are not in the habit of buzzing in one’s ears.  I asked the wombat where he was off to and he said he was exploring the world and meeting new people.  He began to tell me about the most recent person he met, which I found odd, becuase I thought he was going to start telling me about me, as I have most recently become the most recent person he hath met.  He did nothing of the sort.  He began to tell me about a person (or so I thought) who was on a super- secret-very-important-can-not-tell-anyone mission.  I got very excited and asked the wombat if the traveler happened to be a badger, to which he seemed very surprised that I would know that his second most recently met person was actually not a person, but a badger.  I told him I was trying to find the badger.  He told me that the badger was heading east and wished me well on my journey.  I thanked him for the bacon and then began walking.  Now if I could only figure out which way was east…

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