Snowflake Kangaroo

Mama Kangaroo has raised a snowflake boy. Get out of the pouch she says; and he says “oy?” You are old enough now to go off on your own. He does not leave his nest, tucking in with his phone. Cut off his minutes, the other mamas sternly say. But he is her only living baby, and she likes things his way. Maybe just one more year, she says with hope, a bit daff. Behind her back, they discuss her reluctance and laugh. She ends up holding Junior until he is way too big. He falls out of the pouch daily, and he’s big as a pig. The other mothers have had six more babies now. But she is still lugging junior around and he is a sloth cow.