PLATYPUPS. THEY ARE BEBE PLATYPUSSES.
Observe; goobery little balls of jelly. Made of cuddles, velvet, and wide-eyed wonder with a possible 25% wild wrath mixed in there. Do not annoy the platypups. They’ll eat you. On the other hand, kindness is usually rewarded with a platypup kiss, worth thirteen years of good curiosity-luck.
Platypups are native to most anywhere you can find mud. They spend their entire existence under the earth where you can smell the scent of damp; after a heavy rainstorm you can occasionally feel their movement as they worm around down their like fat, cute little earthworms. They never surface, and as a result no one has ever seen a platypup actually move. Those stubby little flippers they’ve got going are, though adorable, pretty useless, so it’s unknown how they actually get around.
It’s rumoured that on an island in the far south platypups gather three times a year to partake in a mass evolution to their adult form, however it’s an accursed place. Don’t go. There’s a reason platypi spawn there.
This has been an Earth Service announcement brought to you straight from the source; it’s really important guys. Remember it.
