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My Life As Tasmanian Devil
Pups, imps, joeys, wiggling tailed marsupials, hunting in parties of five. Deadly facial cancer has killed lots of us, it’s a wonder I am still alive. I screech when I eat, carrion, my utmost favorite food, road kill. My aggression insured me at babyhood alive I would be still. There were fifty in my litter, but only four teats so we scrappers had to fight. Growling and viciously, snarling at each other, slapping away nice ones in the night. Our mother was grabbed by a caveman devil who dragged her off by the neck. I was incensed, and promptly chased after them, thinking “what the heck?” Some of my siblings were frightened out of the old hollow log, not many decided to stay. I was not one of them. I showed my teeth, and my aggressors promptly ran away. Wombats, wallabies, opossums and other animals on this island of mine. Steer clear of my hollow log, knowing I will snap them up and eat them in no time.
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