The Badgers Down Under: A Busymaking Thread
If I don’t finish this novella I’m working on today, someone from New Jersey will come and break my legs, so this is the last you’ll hear of me today. But I know how you all lose all sense of personal purpose when I’m gone, so to keep you busy, I have a question for you:
The elusive Tasmanian Badger. What do we really know about it?
Some people say it doesn’t exist; specifically, my friend Justine Larbalestier, who fancies herself an “Australian,” whatever that is, has said to me “there are no badgers in Tasmania, you mad, ignorant fool.” But I ask you: if the Tasmanian Badger didn’t exist, then why are there so many stories and legends about them? You might as well say that unicorns don’t exist either! Or dragons! Or the man-eating Indonesian wood finch! And we all know how laughable it would be to say any of that.
So: share a fact, legend, fable, rumor, myth or tall tale you have heard about the Tasmanian Badger. And don’t be afraid to contradict or correct others (politely) when your information differs from theirs. Between the lot of us, we should finally be able to get a bead on this magnificent creature of song and story. And, heck, we can’t end up any less correct than a Wikipedia article on the subject, could we? I think not.
I await your wisdom on this subject.