From February 22, 2017
Hey, what are those roly-poly little white dogs with the blue tongues? I thought only skinks had blue tongues.
Actually, all the animals in this video are kind of roly-poly, and some of the cats are quite tumbly. The management takes no responsibility for that.
I may have posted this before, if so, it is still hilarious. Those guys are pedaling for their lives.. I’d be scared to death if an ostrich was chasing me.
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From December 5, 2020
Every university needs a life coach, and Quokka U. is no exception. And now we’ve got one!
G’day! Byron the Quokka here, and I’d like you to meet our new life coach for staff and students alike–Dr. Horatio Fantod!
As you’ve already guessed from the picture, Dr. Fantod is a jumping spider. He had already set up shop as Rotnest Island’s premier (and only) life coach, and although nobody knows where he earned his doctorate, all his clients think very highly of him. Besides which, he works cheap.
The good thing about him is, he always gives the same advice, the same for everybody, so there are never any difficult surprises. As he puts it, “No matter how you may have messed up your life, you can always make it better with a nice, tasty leaf-hopper! Or any other kind of insect you can catch.”
The bad thing is, he’s so small and consequently has a very small voice. So before he can advise you how to fix up your life by catching insects, he has to crawl up onto your ear and sort of shout into the hole. That’s a bad thing because it tickles! And you have to be careful not to laugh or jiggle your head because then he might fall into your ear and have to climb out–and that tickles even worse. It’s happened to me.
Dr. Fantod’s counseling sessions are free of charge, so we won’t have to raise the tuition to keep him around. As long as he can come out of the rain, he’s happy. And so are we!
Animals making us laugh. What could be better than that? We’ve had enough serious stuff today (and I didn’t post the half of it).
These are pretty good. One rather coarse word slipped in, but I didn’t want to abandon the whole group.
I sure wish I owned a cat.
She’s not yet done with us. Ms. Crepuscular wishes me to add this message to her public:
“I was going to write about Lord Jeremy Coldsore’s expedition to Hamster Island, but readers’ brusque and ungrateful response to my literary marvels totally distracted me and made me lose the thread of my plot!
“Well, readers, you’ve only cheated yourselves! How you would have been delighted and fascinated by a visit to Hamster Island! Where hamsters have gotten entirely out of hand! Where they dominate every other form of life–and exercise on the hamster wheel is a Mandate!”
She has left the door open, just a crack, for a vast outpouring of apologies and sympathy from readers wishing to appease her.
But there’s nobody out there but impossible-to-please malcontents.
