PLAN 'B'
WOW: roll, over. It's handy being an omipotent, all-knowing entity when Plan A doesn't work...
Disclaimer: I don't own him
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Death was fed up.
He was entirely sick of seeing those helpless animals in the Australian outback suffering so horribly because of the terrible catastrophe that was being wrought upon them by Mother Nature.
And yes, about that; he'd be having stern word with that vindictive cow very soon.
Their frightened eyes and little burned paws tore him apart as he led so many of them, again and again, over the rainbow bridge.
Well, it ended here. Death was not going to reap a single one more of those poor wee souls.
Which, of course, meant that if they weren't crossing the rainbow bridge, they were staying here on earth, and needed help.
He had seen lots of good people rallying together to help the orphaned babies, putting their knitting and sewing skills to use, making joey pouches, and he felt that maybe he could contribute too.
He glanced at the newly-purchased roll of blue fabric on his desk. He'd never sewn before but, really, how difficult could it be…?
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LATER
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Maureen Tomkins, devoted volunteer at South Australia Animal Sanctuary, picked up the mysterious handwritten letter that had appeared on her desk. She pulled open the thick, vellum envelope and began to scan the immaculate cursive text inside:
'My Dear Lady
I have been watching, with interest, the wonderful relief effort in behalf of the displaced wildlife in these horrific fires. Further, I wished to make my own contribution to the cause.
However, it appears that sewing joey pouches is a craft beyond my capabilities. Therefore, in the crates outside you will find one hundred each of young, heathy female kangaroos, wallabies, koalas, possums and wombats all with an empty pouch ready and waiting to accommodate your needy youngsters.
Please accept my very best wishes for your noble cause.
Sincerely yours,
Mr De'Ath.'
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