Something happened to me the other night that has never happened to me before, and will probably never happen to me again:
A kookaburra threw a frog at me.
I had just gotten onto my bike and was about to leave the nursing home where my grandmother is currently feeling miserable, when I heard a very peculiar sound. It sounded a bit like a gecko with an attitude problem, but was a lot louder and more expressive than the average gecko noise.
When I glanced in the direction of the noise I saw some sort of flapping and fluttering of wings.
"Surely a bird wouldn't make a sound like that?" I thought to myself. I pedaled towards the strange sight to investigate.
Suddenly, even though I would have thought it long past its bed-time, a kookaburra flew from the location of the strange noise and threw something at me as it went.
With a rather sad-sounding "plop", a frog landed on the ground not far from where I had paused on my bicycle. As the kookaburra made a sound that was very much like the kind of sound an annoyed kookaburra would make, the frog hobbled over to the nearest garden bed and buried itself under a plant.
I thought to myself, "That was a bit different", and then rode home.
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