I don’t want to perpetuate any stereotypes about Taswegians, but…
Yesterday we were walking down Collins Street (a main street in Hobart Town) when we saw a man walking along with a small wombat over his arm. He had his hand palm up, supporting the sleepy-looking thing under its chest and belly. It’s little legs were dangling, giant claws displayed to advantage. It wasn’t a very big wombat, and it looked a little like we felt – in need of a serious nap.
The Squeeze told me to “Pat the wombat! Pat the wombat!” but i was too shy.
I don’t know where he was going with the wombat, nor what he’d do with it once he got there*, but it’s not everyday you see a wombat being taken to the shops. But I guess it is Christmas time…
*The Squeeze did say he saw it coralled in a sort of ‘suitcase enclosure’ (to use his words) in the mall later on.
