Bromford and Tasmanian Devil …

 

 

»I once had a colleague… «

»That's how all absolutely true stories begin, « the llama interrupted.

»I once had a colleague who had an acquaintance who spent his summer holidays in a Southern European country. «

»It's getting better and better, « the animal says literally eating the straw in its cocktail drink.

»And the colleague's acquaintance bought a cute little black puppy dog from a street merchant and brought it home to his flat in the big Northern city. «

»You don't say, dude. «

»The puppy grew big and bigger as did its teeth. And the little fur ball got wild and wilder and destroyed everything - cushions and furniture, wallpaper and doors. So my colleague's acquaintance took the animal and went to a veterinarian's office. «

Is the llama now eating the glass of its cocktail drink?

»Why do I already know where this story will end? «

I decide to ignore the llama as usual because I want to finish my telling.

»The veterinarian got all excited and upset. Sir, he told my colleague's acquaintance, that's no cute black street dog's puppy you have got there! That's a very dangerous Tasmanian Devil, a very wild animal and not a pet at all. «

»DUDE! «

The llama is furiously running around the couch table in circles.

»That is not a story, dude! « the animal shouts. »That's one hell of an urban legend if I ever heard one. There is always an acquaintance of an acquaintance and they always bring the most dangerous and the most peculiar animals and beings home from their travels to wherever places. And you can bet if it is a Tasmanian Devil they are bringing home they for one hundred percent have not been to Tasmania or whatsoever near that place. «

»Calm down, animal, « I say. »That is not an urban legend. «

»What else can it be, dude? What else? «

»That's life, animal, « I grin. »That's life. «

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Today is Friday, the 27th of February 2026.