Wally the White Wallaby
Got a phone call yesterday from the builder.
Immediately I thought it was strange as I knew that Ray wasn’t working on my house that day, so I thought that it could be urgent. Anyway on answering the call my phone immediately ran out of charge, so sensing the worse I plugged it into the mains and urged it to charge.
A couple of minutes later and an Apple logo appeared and I was ready to go.
Ray what’s up?
Don’t worry Bill it’s got nothing to do with work, I just wondered if you knew about any strange things happening up near you in Copley.
Eh, Ray….
Now don’t get this wrong Bill this really happened, I was out picking up some parts and was headed back through Woodlands when I spotted something white on the side of the road. I though what’s that, it’s not a sheep, I got closer and it turned its head, it looked at me and I realised it was a big white wallaby. Bill do you know if there’s any white wallabies up near you, the lads who work with me think I’m going mad.
I’ll look into it Ray, I’ll ask the tree surgeon he’s bound to know.
Honesty Bill, they won’t let me live it down, the leg-pulling is getting out of hand.
I’ll restore your honour Ray.
Please note that most of this call was just me laughing out loud.
I put the phone down and quickly Googled:
“white wallaby Durham”
Straight away a hit from the Northern Echo of last year, “Wally the walkabout wallaby is looking for love”
about a Wallaby in Teessdale that had been turning other heads when it escaped in an attempt to find other amorous wallabies – or even sheep with low standards.
The piccies of Wally showed a whiter than white wallabie that would have anyone questioning their sanity should they have crossed it on a bleak day in Woodlands.
I sent over the article and pics and not having had a reply yet I’m assuming that Ray is reassured that he’s not losing his marbles and is no longer feeling the tugging on his leg.