G’day! Byron the Quokka here, reminding you, in case you forget, that the mother of all comment contests has already started.
We’re shooting for 50,000 comments, we have 47,870, so there’s quite a ways to go. But! Fifty thousand is a dinkum milestone, and I’ve talked Lee into offering a prize that’ll blow you down. But we’re not going to tell you what it is until we reach 49,000. It might take the bloke some time to get hold of this item for you.
So keep on chatting, everybody–all us quokkas on Rottnest Island are on tenterhooks, waiting to see who wins. We have a lot of tenterhooks–we get ’em at cost.
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This critter kind of befuddles me sometimes. Don’t really know how to respond to him, but we will give it a whirl.
Quokkas are friendly and benign–feel free to love them.
Maybe there could be a side contest — the first correct guess about what the mysterious prize is for the comment contest!
I’ll start off with two guesses:
1. A quokka on a bicycle.
2. The vicar’s wading pool.
🙂 🙂
You peeked
Ok Byron I guess a cute photo of you with a paw print.
A roundtrip plane ticket to Lee’s house where we can film him writing “And His Mercy Endures Forever.”
Too late! I’ve already written it. Kirk is working on the cover now.
As for “The Wind From Heaven,” my editor says, “You’re gonna need a seat belt to read this book.” Meaning it’s that fast-paced.
I’m just hanging on.