Skippy the dead kangaroo!

The sun has just gone down. The sky is still a bit orange and we are driving back from the beach. "Watch out for the kangaroos"! I say to Simon as we see them standing on the side of the road. They sleep in the day when it is hot, then go out at night to eat. And where do they go to eat? Well, Skippy might have seemed very clever in that tv-series, but he is NOT in real life. Skippy is pretty damn stupid. In some areas there are kangaroos all along the side of the road. You cant see the reflection in their eyes - like you often can with deers. You just see a gray and white little Skippy, looking at you like he is asking "what are you doing at my dinner table? I am eating here - just beside this road and now ive decided to hop on it and sit here for a little while." Well, we drive pass lots of Skippies, hoping that none of them will jump

into the road. Then suddenly, one of them is sitting on our side of the road. Simon drives more slowly and tries to turn around it. And what does smart, little Skippy do? Well, he decides to jump towards the car thats turning away from him, instead of away from it and into the bush. We hear a load "DUNK!!!" on the left side of the car. Shit! Imagined if we killed Skippy?? Skippy, the bush kangaroo!! That helps to find people and says that funny, clicking sound when somethings going on? That jumps around to that funny little theme song and looks like the cutest thing ever? Shit - what have we done!

We drive on and Simon says it didnt hit that hard. "Skip is probably jumping away right now!" But I cant relax. We have to go back and see if Skippy is alright. We turn around. And find Skippy. He is lying on the side of the road with blood dripping out of his mouth. He is lying still as we shine the flashlight on him to see if he is alive. He is breathing a bit, but is so hurt that he isnt moving. What are we gonna do? We dont have anything to kill it with. And I certainly cant kill Skippy the Bush Kangaroo with a little rock from the side of the road. We would have to hit him several times and that wouldnt be much better for him. I wish we had a kangaroo-killing gun but we dont. We have to leave Skippy there to die by himself. My heart feels like stone, I am the worst person ever. Skippy, the kangaroo that helps everyone else - when he is hu

rt he is left alone!! But oh, what could we have done. The next day we drive past again. Skippy is dead. He´s twice the size, blown up from the hot sun. Gone to Skippy heaven with all the other kangaroos that are killed every day on australian roads. I hope he is jumping around in kangaroo heaven, and that he wont have anyone send me to kangaroo Hell for what I have done. Rest in Peace Skippy!