I don’t know why, but for a good 3 weeks I was on a koala kick. It seemed like every time I sat down to write, I’d come up with koala jokes.
There was one where the koala was eating a ukelele instead of eucalyptus. One where a giant monster koala was threatening a city and someone was yelling, “Get some eucalyptus!” And another where the superhero, Koala-Man, just sat quietly munching some leaves as his teammates fight evil and one of them comments, “How is it he always manages to find a eucalyptus tree nearby?”
You can’t do them all. And this one, although quieter, seemed funniest and the likeliest to sell. So the others found their way into the recycling bin.
I wonder what’s next. . .pandas?