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It was early in the morning as Joanna was walking through the bush. As usual, she was thinking of eggs. Joanna's stomach growled loudly just at the mere thought. McLeach had beaten her last night with his hefty desert boot and her rump was still sore. All because she had eaten the last of his eggs he was saving for his breakfast.
McLeach could never understand her love for the delicious crack of the shell as the nutritious yolk slid down her throat. Ever since she had first been born, eggs had been the sole reason for her existence and she was a connoisseur. Platypus, ostrich, owl and lizard, she had tried them all.
A simple creature, all she wanted was a steady supply of the delicious treats and she was happy.
McLeach constantly promised her eggs and always failed to deliver. Why she stuck around she could never understand. Sighting, she continued walking along, her thoughts consumed with thoughts of eggs and hate for McLeach.
Suddenly on the soft warm breeze, she caught the scent of...eggs! She appeared drugged as she let her nose lead the way. Her pace quickened and she began to salivate in anticipation of a delicious meal to soothe her bruised ego.
Coming to the edge of a river, Joanna spied the source of the delicious smell.
A newly built crocodile nest sat invitingly, leaves and other shredded plants covered the eggs but Joanna's keen sense of smell knew they were there.
Creeping forward, keeping an eye out for the mother crocodile, Joanna's belly dragged itself through the dirt. She remained heedless to the sharp stones and grit digging in. Delicately, she moved the rotting vegetation with her claws, revealing the stark whiteness of the eggs. Suddenly, she heard a splashing and turned to see an angry female crocodile heading straight for her.
Quickly, she grabbed two eggs, pushing them into her cheeks and scrambled away, her tail and legs waving frantically as her claws scrabbled for purchase. Arriving back at the camp, she held her head high, proudly displaying her swollen cheeks. McLeach was nowhere to be seen so Joanna headed to her nest underneath his bed to admire and devour her prizes.
It was late night before McLeach returned, dropping heavily onto his bed and promptly falling asleep. Joanna was woken from her egg filled slumber by McLeach bellowing and shouting.
"JOANNA, JOANNA! You dumb egg eater, wake up!"
Joanna was immediately alert, shooting out from under the bed. The sight that greeted her froze her in shock before she began to laugh in a great hissing wheeze. She rolled on the floor clutching her claws to her belly.
McLeach was being chased around by the same crocodile from which Joanna had stolen the eggs from earlier. Clearly furious, she had tracked Joanna all the way home and had disturbed McLeach. Joanna stood back and watched as McLeach and the crocodile seemed to dance, breaking chairs, knocking over boxes and bags, and generally upsetting the place. Joanna snickered to herself and retreated back under the bed to watch the floor show in safety.
Eventually McLeach managed to overpower the crocodile, hitting it repeatedly with the butt of his rifle. Its squawks of pain and annoyance punctuated by the dull thud of the rifle making contact with its snout eventually sending it crawling away to lick its wounds. McLeach winced with pain as he climbed back into his bed. He couldn't understand it; it was like it had been hunting him.
Joanna lay contented curled in her nest. It may have been a small revenge but it would do her for now.
