One of the winning entries from the Platypus Day flash fiction contest.
The platypus was confused. The invitation to the mammalian party had made it quite happy a week ago. “How exclusive!” It had thought.
Slowly, realization dawned on it. This changed everything. They were making a point.
“Thhoo!” It said. Embarrassment and anger soured its tongue, as it stared at the rows of tetrapacked juice on the table, and the slim little plastic cylinders sticking out of them.
Bear and Rabbit looked at each other askance. “Umm,” said Bear. “The rest of us are kind of used to it.”
Rabbit’s voice shook a little. “Are you sure you should be here?”