I’m a bit sad today, for various reasons. Someone we love so much passed away late last week and despite best attempts to soldier on, it’s all a bit too sad a lot of the time, really.
LUCKILY I work with some wonderful people who (at times) keep me on the straight and narrow. One of them (her name is Bek Day) reminded me of this funny story this morning. It cheered me up for a good five minutes, so maybe you’d like to hear it too? You could always save it for a sad day and read it then? It’s really helped me today.
This Is Why I Don’t Like Emus
When I was a little girl, we lived in Hobart. Sandy Bay and Battery Point were where I spent my very early years. For a short while, though, my Mum and Dad moved to Melbourne. My dad had a job with TAA (Trans Atlantic Airlines?) and we moved to a house in a subdivision out near Tullamarine.
During this time I had a birthday, possibly my 4th. We went to some kind of wildlife park, or the zoo. I am not sure which because let’s face it, it was a long time ago. Let’s just say it was the kind with low fences. These were the kind of fence that didn’t keep animals in, but rather kept humans OUT, let’s just say.
Don’t freak out though. There were gentle and friendly wallabies and emus and kangaroos roaming about. That seems pretty nice and Australian, right? I thought so too.
So we had our picnic lunch – possibly chicken sandwiches, cordial, perhaps a cake – and then it was time to open presents. Yay!
I began opening something wrapped with the kind of vintage wrapping paper that would make you modern-day swoon. So thrilled I was, tugging at the tape, trying not to tear whichever big eyed puppy or fairy that was dotted merrily across its surface and discover what it was concealing.
And THEN I found out an interesting thing. WOAH. You MIGHT think the interesting thing was whatever was hidden beneath the wrapping. You would be half right. The gift was a lovely little music box (the sort with a tiny twirly ballerina inside and kittens on the top!)
BUT the other half of the thing I found out was that EMUS LOVE PRESENTS.
I found this out quickly because an emu ran right up to our picnic table. Picture an emu running. Yep. That’s it. Fast. Feathers. Flurry. Fear.
This particular emu ran right up to our birthday lunch table.
This emu ran right up to me.
This emu ran right up to my present and then…
The emu pecked my music box.
(I realise this sounds like a euphemism but I promise it is not.)
The emu pecked my music box.
Needless to say, post-peck, I screamed. Pretty sure my mum screamed. Probably other people screamed. Maybe even the wallabies screamed, such was the commotion we were making.
I think I remember that my nan was visiting from Tasmania. She’s a feisty lady and she’s fiercely protective too. Fairly sure she chased that present-loving emu away. I think I remember that.
I know that I continued to sob and whimper in fright, smoothing the pecked part of my music box sadly with my little four year-old fingers as things began to simmer down.
We packed up and went home after that, half eaten birthday cake and party cups bundled into basket. I never, ever packed up my mistrust of emus, though.
So watch out. Be careful of emus.
One might peck your music box if you are not careful.
Or it might go straight for the tiny twirly ballerina, if you are dreadfully unlucky.
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