One of the winning entries from the Platypus Day flash fiction contest.
The Platypus was confused. She hated filling out official forms. She hated all those questions – what year did you finish school, do you have a PAN, has your signature changed. She hated ticking boxes and crossing out lines. She came from a long line of Unclassifiables that took pride in being out of a box and in crossing lines. Although, the Unclassifiables were losing ground and there were rumours of how they had in fact, been classified, the Platypus was not giving up. So, she did what any self-respecting unclassifiable would – she snapped open her duckbill, gobbled the Enemy of Unclassifiables and dived in for a soothing swim.