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The Mystical Trumps Species Propagation

In the Wild Australian Tundra

By Denelsia WalkerPublished about a year ago Updated about a year ago 4 min read
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Australian Terrain

Once Upon a Time, in the far reaches of the region of Australia, lived animals who could speak to all mammals including humans. The area's people called these unique organisms "The Mystical Trumps." This is a tall tale of a conversation Henry, the videographer, recorded while in the hot, breathtaking, and beyond gorgeous desert of Australia of two of The Mystical Trumps. He was fortunate to be undisturbed while listening to the deadly exploiters converse.

The Whombato was a very unusual beast. He contained many quality traits. He had a double head. His skin was shiny with a semi-leather shine short-haired stubby shell.

His teeth were as sharp as an alligator or crocodile with his mouth closed. His blue eyes were the size of tennis balls. He resembled a docile biped.

He had two back legs, which gave him an upright stance. The front legs could be thought to resemble arms. He had ears like a mammal, which were similar to a goat.

One day the Whombato was walking across the Australian tundra. He came upon another of the carnivores that frequent that section of the country. This other critter was called The Abatoo.

The Abatoo could also speak. This Avatar was highly ferocious in appearance. He was two stories tall. He possessed canines that could rip, tear, crush, and chop through a person with one fell swoop.

A fierce scaly creature with sharp tip horizontal prongs on its back. Similar to a tyrannosaurus rex on steroids. Except Mr. Abatoo has long arms and hands with strong extended fingers, which can rip a critter to shreds.

His purple eyes are as large as basketballs. Its feet are the same as his hands and fingers. Ears similar to that of a lion.

You would think this pair would not encounter or even enter each other's territory. Not so with these two. Instead, they size one another up and begin a conversation.

What was the conversation about?

Females! Who would have thought? The Whombato asked Mr. Abatoo, "Have you crossed paths with any female Whombatos in the past few days, weeks, or months?"

Mr. Abatoo replied, " Yes, Mr. Whombato, actually I have! From a distance, I saw one. As soon as she saw me, she took off running in the opposite direction. I wasn't able to get close enough to have any conversation with her."

"Well," says Mr. Whombato, "if you weren't able to get close enough to speak to her, how do you know she was a girl? " "You know that is a good question," says Mr. Abatoo. "I'll let you in with the little-known secret that not many normal and out-of-the-ordinary varmints are privy to. Do you want to know what that secret is?"

"Yes! Mr. Abatoo, tell me, don't keep me in suspense any longer." "My secret is, says Mr. Abatoo, I have a great sense of smell. I can smell creatures up to two miles away and am telepathic ."

It was at this very moment, as a recorder, Henry was glad he had put on smell repellant and had no thoughts going through his head in the Trump Kingdom. He had drank a magic portion earlier before entering the wilderness for camouflage.

"Two miles away and can read thoughts," replies Mr. Whombato, "you do have a nose and mind for sniffing out other animals for prey." " Yes, I do; it's two of my proudest features for capturing sustenance," replied Mr. Abatoo.

"I'm sorry to say, other than the one female, I have not happened to chance across any other. I might ask you the same question. Have you crossed paths with any female Abatoos by chance?"

Mr. Whombato responded, "As a matter of fact, I have seen a female Abatoo while roaming the Tundra. It was at a distance, but unlike you, my sense of smell and telepathic skills leave much to be desired. The Abatoo I gazed upon was in the process of giving birth.

As she was quite busy, I turned in another direction and removed myself from the earshot of the whole process. She was beginning the birthing so that she would be incapacitated for some time."

"Oh My!" said Mr. Abatoo, "there looks as if pickings for a compatible mate would be slim." "Yes, said Mr. Whombato, "it appears it will be that way for a while."

"I'm going to be on my way Mr. Whombato," said Mr. Abatoo. It was very refreshing chatting with you." "It was nice chatting with you as well," said Mr. Whombato."

If by chance we should meet again. Please be on the lookout for any females, my species, that cross your path. " I will do that," said Mr. Whombato.

"Do me the same favor," said Mr. Abatoo. The next time we meet, it would be nice if we both had found mates with new families and tow." After this, the two ferocious predators went on their way, each in opposite directions.

Mr. Whombato across the Australian plains desert tundra. Mr. Abatoo into the mountains across the desert. The recorded materials was delivered to the National Geographic Magazine. It was a huge success as a bestseller and led to earning the National Magazine Award. Mr. Whombato and Mr. Abatoo were never seen, heard, or spotted from again.

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Denelsia Walker

Poet, Author, Musician, & Adult Enter Model. My Brand is HOEZBWINNING via Amazon Merch on Demand. Plus am an Amazon Influencer. Founder of Delcia Secrets Contoured LLC custom-made lingerie. Creator of International Poetry Whore FB Group.

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  • aly suhailabout a year ago

    good story.

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