Why don’t you ask the platypus? *max points behind carlos*
*confused, Carlos looks. He jumps, startled* Oh – oh my goodness, it’s in a tree! What the… oh my gosh, that is a platypus.
Yeah. We call her ‘Muack’. It’s the sound she makes. She ate one of her babies.
Uh… well, animals do that. Wait, how did she have eggs? Is there a male running around?
Dunno. We just found her with eggs. All her other ones died and she ate the last one that me and Nikki took care of. She’s terrible but we still love her.
Huh… well, just don’t let her have another clutch of eggs, I guess. *looks at the platypus* Um, hey, sweetie… wanna come down here? It’s dangerous to be up in a tree…
She knows what she’s doing.
*the platypus hisses at carlos, nearly falling off the branch*
Oh! Be careful, honey… She doesn’t seem like she’s been handled a lot. Is she feral?
She’s violent. She bit Neil once and threatens to kick.
She does? Huh, that’s weird – females don’t have spurs.
Maybe she’s both.
Or she’s just doing some male things on instinct, like dogs do. I’m a scientist, not an animal biologist, so I don’t know.
Maybe she just is.
What, a hermaphrodite?
Maybe. Or maybe she just i s.
… I don’t think I follow, Max… she is what?
All.
I really don’t understand what you’re trying to tell me, Max…
She just is, Carlos.
*the platypus is no longer in the tree*
You’re still being vague. But… okay, I guess. Help me get her out of the… *looks at the tree* Wait, where’d she go?
Probably somewhere. Or everywhere.
Heh… Welcome to Night Vale. You’re awfully cryptic, Max. Do you think she’s alright?
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