One of the winning entries from the Platypus Day flash fiction contest.
The platypus was confused. “Another egg missing! This funny business must stop,” he mumbled. “The wife is going to be very upset.”
He counted them again. Five. He tucked them in snugly.
“Some children are better than none.”
Night fell and the tired platypus climbed into bed next to his sobbing wife.
An hour and a half passed by and the platypus had sunk into deep, snoring slumber. His feet twitched and out he hopped. He craved some fried eggs. He sleepwalked through another delicious child.
The platypus was confused.