Platypus Day

Platypus Day is March 2.

This was written as part of a flash-fiction contest organised by Duckbill Publishers.

The platypus was confused. She had stared long at her reflection in the river this morning, after Duck had accused her of being an imposter.

Earlier, Otter and Beaver had washed their hands off her genealogy. Who would baptise her first born?

The platypus lived at the edge of the large river and had no other relative, except Mr Platypus, who was quite useless.

Then, she had an idea. She would ask the Shrimp family downriver. And maybe, they would stay for dinner- and she wouldn't bother foraging - it had been so long since they had had shrimp cocktail!