I have the sneaking suspicion that there are no kangaroos in Australia.
Trust me, I have heard the hype.
They are all over, blah, blah, blah. They hop, blah, blah.
Last time we were in Australia, we went looking for them, but saw none.
This time, we went on a four-day vacation with some friends we made last time we were here.
Everywhere we went, they told us, there are kangaroos here. A little later, they will come out.
“Oh, fantastic.” We replied. And waited for the imminent arrival. And waited.
“Hmmmn, that’s odd, usually they are all over here.” We played this game a couple times. Then I voiced my working theory.
“Australia is far away. Kangaroos are awesome. You guys figured, if we pretend that we have them, people will come. A modified Field of Dreams. I get it. Very clever.”
They went on to show me Kangaroo poop. Small brown pellets. I was impressed. This was a lot of effort. Collect Kangaroo poop. Sprinkle it around where foreigners will be. Use it as evidence. Brilliant.
On the second day of Roo hunting, (they didn’t make me an honorary Aussie for nothing. Did you see that? How I just threw in a Roo like it was no big thing?) we finally saw one.
“I am sorry for doubting you guys. I was just so scared. You understand.”
I felt like such an idiot for doubting. The next couple days I saw a kangaroo every morning and evening.
Wait a second. It was the exact same kangaroo.
I had been had. Clearly, our friends had rented a kangaroo from the Australian tourist board after hearing that I had figured them out.
However, I am willing to forgive them. After all, they showed us a really good time. Pristine beaches, huge caves, big rocks, and or course, the rented kangaroo.
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