When the pelt and skin of a Duck-Billed Platypus was examined for the first time back in Great Britain in the 1790s , wildlife experts said no such creature could possibly exist , that it was a fraud made up of bits and pieces , possibly by an Asian taxidermist . They , of course , were proved wrong , there is such a creature , having been shot in numbers for its fur , now struggling to exist in Australia's polluted waterways .
Undoubtedly due to swimming in toxic waters, some of the poor monotremes have mutated and developed wings , above . Shaking like a leaf, I snapped this specimen with my Box Brownie after gathering nature notes on the nudist beach on Magnetic Island , North Queensland .
I had been sent to the island from Townsville with firm instructions from my boss, media magnate , Lord Copper , he just back from an extended honeymoon with a plump former P3 girl , to write a series on dreary Clean Coal Twits. Apart from noisy Twits , in plague proportions in parts of the nation , I stumbled upon the flying Platypus in Nelly Bay , the greatest experience in my life .
I immediately sent a coded text message to Lord Copper telling him to stick his job as I am going to remain on the island , sunning my fabulous body at the nudist beach , guarding the rare flying Platypus colony with my double barrel shotgun, bought at Lord Copper's expense , along with a year's supply of champers and caviar .
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Up, up and away...Platypus couple contemplating take off and life on aerated Magnetic Island , the latest trendy destination for monotremes.
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