Wombat Story 1 – Bradly the Different Wombat

Wombat Story 1 – Bradly the Different Wombat

Bradly: The “Different” Wombat

There was once a warren, where Southern Hairy-nosed Wombats lived. Among these wombats lived a mother and a young little wombat. A young boy named, Bradly.

Bradly lives with his mother and is currently being weaned by his mom. They live contentedly in the warren, doing their daily stuff together. Enjoying their simple wombat lives, together. Bradly, is a fun, young and a loving wombat specially to his mom.

In the meanwhile, there are a group of men- Animal fur hunters and they are in search of wombats. The wombats living in the warren did not have any idea that they’re being watched and observed by these hunters, all day long. And now, that they’ve observed enough they are ready to attack the warren.

One tragic morning, while all the wombats are sleeping, the hunters attacked the warren. Using equipment to help them dig the burrows. They got every single wombat, except for the one little wombat, Bradly.

Bradly was able to escape and hide in some bushes nearby. He have witnessed the capture of his mother and the rest of the other wombats.

Bradly is alone amd he asked his self, “Where I will go now?”, “What should I do?” He cried and whimper, thinking very much about his mother. Bradly stopped crying and decided to follow the tire tracks that the hunters left. But it was too late, the wind already blew away most of the tire tracks and are already unrecognizable.

The young wombat, walked and walked searching for places where he can find someone to help him. But with all the walking, Bradly became tired and fell asleep under a tree.

Night falls, and Bradly was awaken by loud rustling sounds. He woke up and saw a wombat- a common wombat eating on some grass patch. He hurriedly walked towards the wombat and quickly introduced his self, “Hello, I’m Bradly. I’m kind of lost, I just lost my mom this morning. Can you help me?”, the common wombat answered, “Sorry, I don’t talk to someone who’s not my kind” and left poor Bradly. But Bradly was not shaken, instead he followed the common wombat, who walked back to his warren.

Bradly watched the wombat from some bushes nearby. He feels very helpless and is longing for someone to be with, like a mother. He watched them very closely and something caught his eye. A weeping wombat. A mother wombat. Bradly’s eyes sparkled. Bradly, went back to the grass patch where he met the common wombat. He realized that he was so hungry and ate and ate away. He was planning to go back to the warren where he saw the mother common wombat.

While chomping some grass away, Bradly was startled when he turned around he was surprised to see that the mother common wombat was also on the grass patch. The mother wombat gently asked Bradly, “Hi, there! What are you doing here alone?”. Bradly answered the mother wombat, “I lost my mom and the rest of wombats who live in the same warren where my mom and I live. The hunters took all of them.”
Bradly can’t help but cry again. He told the mother wombat, that he’s scared and don’t know what to do.
The mother wombat said, “By the way my name is Lisa, and I am here to help you if you want. You can stay with me for the meantime, together we will continue your training.”
And Bradly answered, “Really? You’d do that for me?”. Lisa answered, “Yes, I will. My daughter just recently left and is just starting to live on her own and I do admit I miss her. It’ll be really nice to have you around.”

Bradly: Than you very much, Lisa. I’m looking forward to my training. But I’m afraid, the wombats from your warren won’t like me and won’t allow me to live with you.

Lisa: Don’t be foolish my dear. I’ll take care of you and won’t let anything like that happen.

Bradly: I’ve seen a young wombat here too, and I’ve asked for some help but he told me that he won’t help anyone who’s not the same kind as he is.

Lisa: Pay no attention to that young common wombat. Come on! If you’re ready and had enough grass, let’s go back to my burrow and I’ll introduce you the rest of the warren dwellers.

Bradly, excitedly followed Lisa towards the warren. And once they’ve arrived, wombats came out of their burrows to examine the unwanted guest. Wombats of all ages, started to murmer about different things about Bradly. And Lisa noticed that Bradly is close to crying again. So Lisa said, “Stop, my fellow wombats. I have here on my side, Bradly a wombat like us. He just recently lost his mom and their warren is devastated and have nowhere to go to.”

A group of wombats said, “But why do you have to take him in? He is not like us.”

Lisa: Yes, he may be different than us. But as wombat to a wombat a very big part of me wants to help him. And as a mother, I feel sad for him. And now, if you don’t like him, just leave the 2 of us alone and we’ll get out of your way.

Lisa showed Bradly the way to her burrow. And the 2 of them slept soundly till the night comes. Bradly woke up and was looking for Lisa.

Bradly: Lisa? Lisa?

Bradly went out of their burrow and searched for Lisa outside. And he saw the young wombat he have came acrossed the grass patch the other day, and his name is Spike.

Bradly: Lisa? Lisa?

Spike: Will you stop making noise?

Bradly: Oh, I’m sorry if I was too loud. I was just wondering if you’ve seen Lisa.

Spike: Well, I did see her. And she went that way.

Bradly: Thank you, Spike.

Spike left and so did Bradly. Bradly went straight to the grass patch to look for Lisa. And there he found Lisa, sniffing around some roots.

Bradly: Lisa! I was looking for you. I woke up and you were not there.

Lisa: I’m sorry, my young one. I was waiting for you to wake up but since you are very tired and still sleeping. I’ve decided to go out and go here.

Bradly: I’ve asked Spike, if he saw you and he told me that you went this way. What we’ll we do tonight?

Lisa: First, we have to eat first and then I’ll tell you what’ll we do.

So the two different wombats ate until they’re stuffed.

Lisa: First thing on our agenda for tonight is a dust bath. You’re quite dirty Bradly. I’ll teach you how to do it.

Bradly: Yes, I kind of stink already.

The mother wombat showed the young Southern Hairy-nosed wombat how to do it. After that they continue on how to dig a complete burrow and once they’re finished with all the wombat stuff they’ve lay around in the dirt and scratched each other.

Bradly: Lisa, thank you. Thank you, for taking me in.

Lisa: You are welcome, my little one. I’m more than happy to do it for you.

Bradly: Do you think it’s bad that I’m from a different kind?

Lisa: Bradly, it’s not bad. Each and every one of us is created differently and we all have our special traits in us. Just like what you are. You are special my little one.

Bradly: Do you think I’ll see my mom again?

Lisa: That I can’t tell. But as long as you hold on that special memory that you have of your mom, she’ll always be with you.

Bradly, smiled and hugged Lisa. Now, the 2 wombats walked in their burrow to rest.

Months went by as Bradly grows up and continues living his wombat life with Lisa and the rest of the common wombats. The common wombats are becoming less and less hostile towards the young Southern Hairy-nosed Wombat.

Bradly moved out of Lisa’s burrow because he’s already old enough to live on his own. But one day, he and Lisa had a talk.

Lisa: My little one, I have some news for you.

Bradly: Lisa! I’m not a little one anymore.

Lisa: Yes, I know that for a fact. But for me, you’ll always be my little one.

Bradly: Thanks, Lisa. What’s the news that you have for me?

Lisa: Oh, yes. I’m expecting another baby anytime soon, my little one.

Bradly: That is great news Lisa. I’m very happy.

Bradly left and ate alone in their favorite grass patch and done some thinking. I’m old enough to live on my own. I want to go and search for wombats of my kind. And maybe meet someone special. I know, everyone here accepts me, but inside of me I still feel incomplete. I guess, I have to go out on my own. With a heavy feeling inside his chest, Bradly went back to his burrow to sleep.

The next night, Bradly looked for Lisa to tell her about his plans.

Bradly: Lisa, I’m leaving tonight.

Lisa: Where to, my little one?

Bradly: I will search for a place where I can find wombats of my kind.

Lisa: But you are already welcomed here.

Bradly: I know, but I want to find out where I came from, I want to find that certain special one and really live on my own.

Lisa: Well, my little one go ahead. Go out and see the world. I’m happy that you have grown up to be a nice and responsible wombat. But always remember that you are always welcome to go back here.

Bradly: Thank you Lisa. Thanks for everything, I won’t ever forget you and all the things you’ve taught me.

Lisa: You will always be here in my heart. Now, you take care my little one.

Bradly, said goodbye to the rest of the common wombats. And went on his way. Bradly’s journey went on for weeks and for months. Until one day he have reached a warren that the thought was deserted. But was surprised when he saw a wombat that looks exactly like him coming out of a burrow. He was welcomed in no time, and immediately started his new life with the wombats of his kind.

Bradly, felt very happy. He looked up to the heavens and thought about his mom, Lisa and his adventures. Bradly said to his self: “I’m finally home, and can’t be more happy.”

Bradly, lived and still living his days happily and peacefully and he did met that someone special. The one that his heart longs for.

Diary Of A Wombat – Part 3 Waldo The Adult Male Wombat

Diary Of A Wombat – Part 3 Waldo The Adult Male Wombat

Diary of an Adult Male Wombat

Everyday, in a wombat’s life seems like a routine. At least for most creature they think that our lives are lived like a routine. But for me, just like any other animal in this world we have our own routines, I think even humans have their own daily routine.

Wombat

Before I go any further, let me introduce myself. I am Waldo, an adult male wombat. I am 7 years old, I think if my memory is correct I’ll turn 8 years old next month or the month after it. Before I get my head baffled, I’ll start with what I’m suppose to do here. If you check this site, every now and then you’ll notice that there are already 2 previous diaries in this site: Diary of a Mother Wombat and Diary of a Young Wombat. By writing my own diary, readers like you will be able to compare how we live our daily lives. By the way I’m a common wombat.

In my 7 years of being a wombat, I’ve had 4 offsprings. Unlike a mother, it’s not my responsibilty to wean our young, and pretty much I don’t have any relationship with the joey once it’s borned. But they’ll always be in my mind. And after that I’m back to being a bachelor again. Welcome to the animal world!

Here’s what I do in my everyday life. I’ll start in the morning.

Morning-Afternoon
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As soon as the sun starts to shine, I go back to where my burrow is. Once inside my burrow, I look for a very comfortable spot. Ah, found it. Now I got to have some shut eye, so that I’ll have lots of energy for tonight.

I find it amazing at times, that I can sleep undisturbed because I’ve digged my burrow quite deep. Talk to you later, after I’ve dozed off. Zzzz zzz zzz.

Evening
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A pleasant evening to all. That was a very nice sleep. I actually, woke up because my tummy is grumbling non-stop. I’ll stretched out my limbs first, once I go out of my burrow and I’ll be on my way to food hunting. It’s not really food hunting since I know pretty much where to get it.
Oh nice, starlight. That was a good stretch. Now I’m on my way to that favorite grass spot of mine.
Now, that I’m here, I’ll go chewing away eating grass and if I get lucky my tounge will be able to taste some nice sweet and juicy roots.

That was a nice late dinner.

Now, I have to do some little digging and work on making my burrow more comfortable, as if it’s not comfortable enough. Digging gives me a nice workout and it does wonder on my claws they get sharper somehow. Finished digging. Have to go outside and mingle a bit with the ladies.

But before I go mingling I have to make myself look good a bit. I’ll have a nice dust bath. To make my fur extra matte and dry. Wet fur can be such a turn off. Mingling with lady wombats is essential, since it’ll lead to us reproducing.

At this dirt patch near my burrow, I can see a pretty lady. Furry and fat, exactly my type. Now, let me go there and observe and later on introduce myself to the pretty lady. Once, we get to know each other we can get cozy and start biting and scratching each other. That’s what lovers do in our wombat world.

That was very nice. I met a nice wombat, her name is Wendy. A cute name just like her. We’ll see each other again tomorrow. On the same spot. I have a good feeling about it, I think this will lead to something special *wink*, I think you know what I’m talking about.

Now, all these food hunting, digging, scratching and biting made me tired. Need to get some shut eye again. Well, pretty much this is what I do everyday. But today or I must say tonight is an exception because I met a pretty lady, I met Wendy and it’s not like every night I get to meet one. So tomorrow, we’ll see each other again, after I’m finished with the usual wombat stuff that I do everyday.

Wombat

Keep checking out this site, and I will tell you all about the progress with my blossoming relationship with Wendy. For now, I’ll go back in my burrow to sleep, I hope you had a good time reading this.

Goodnight!

Diary Of A Wombat – Part 2 Woody The Young Wombat

Diary Of A Wombat – Part 2 Woody The Young Wombat

Diary of a Young Wombat

Hi! I’m a young male wombat and my name is Woody, I just turned one year and 5 months today. It’s kind of a big accomplishment for me, because I am now on my own. I’ve just separated myself from my mother. I think I know enough and I’ve trained enough to venture out on my own.
I know some people out there are curious on how I spend my days being out on my own and being a young male wombat. I’ll give you a sneak peek, on how I spend my days.

Wombats

I live alone in my burrow. I’ve just moved to a different warren, and I’m already well adjusted. I’m pretty proud of myself for being a good digger, my mother taught me very well on how to dig a burrow, which is essential in our daily lives. It is an accomplishment on her part. I’ll tell her all about it once we see each other again.

And now, here’s how I spend my days. I start my day in the evenings so might as well start my diary when I woke up:

Evening:
Rise and shine for me! Though pretty much there’s nothing too shiny except for the moon and stars but all in all it’s dark all over. Just the way I like it. My eyes, are kind of sensitive to too much sunlight and as you all know by now, I am nocturnal because I am a wombat. I am active at night and not so active during the day.
I have to go out of my cozy burrow and look for something to eat. Just thinking about my favorite grass and some tree roots is making my mouth water. Yum, yum! Pretty excited to feed my inquisitiveness and my tummy.
Once I’m out of my burrow, I go to my favorite grass spot, and munch away all the grass that I want. But still I keep in my mind, that I have to be a little conscious since my metabolism is slow, I don’t want to blow up.

Munch, munch, munch… Yum!

Now, from all that grass eating, my fur got all damp because all that dew from leaves and grasses have fallen on me. I’ll go back to where my burrow is, and will roll around on the dirt for a while, outside my burrow. This helps my fur to dry quickly, and plus it’s fun to do. I feel so comfortable rolling around the soft dirt, makes me want to nap. So, I might as well doze off.

Once, I woke up from my nap. I roam around, before I go back inside my burrow I check out other wombats near the warren where I’m staying. Though, we’re naturally shy animals we also do mingle at times. Trying to meet a potential mate, for the very near future.

I now wait for morning to come, so I can curl up and sleep inside my burrow. While waiting, I love scratching. I specially love scratching the part behind my ears, it’s comforting. Us, wombats love scratching that part.

Oh, I can feel that the sun is about to rise. Need to crawl back into my burrow.

Morning-Afternoon:
I keep on yawning. Oh, I’m excited to sleep. I guess, it’s pretty much understandable since I’m a growing wombat. I need a good enough amount of sleep to help me grow into a full-grown adult wombat.

Making my way into my burrow now. Home sweet burrow! It’s so nice to curl up in your own burrow. I’m pretty proud of myself for digging it on my own. It’s so comfortable, since I’ve digged it to fit my growing body. I’m pretty pleased with myself, on how it turned out.

Now, before I go to sleep I’m planning what’ll be my day tomorrow or I must say, planning what’ll be night tomorrow. For now, I need to get some shut eye, so that I’ll have energy for tomorrow.

Wombat

Keep on checking this section, and I’ll keep you updated on current events in my growing wombat life. This is Woody, and I greet you a very Wombie night! =’-‘=

Diary Of A Wombat – Part 1 Mother Wombat

Diary Of A Wombat – Part 1 Mother Wombat

Diary of a Mother Wombat

Hello there! I’m Willow, and I’m a mother wombat. I am a marsupial and like the Koala Bear I have a backwards-facing pouch. Which is so cool, because unlike a Koala Bear a backwards-facing pouch is beneficial to us. Because we are burrowing animals, we have to dig. And if our baby is inside the pouch it means that it won’t get dirt inside which is very nice. I am native of Australia.

Mother Wombat

I gave birth to a son, a baby wombat a month ago. And as a marsupial, I will train my son for a couple of months. And after that, he will go out on his own. I have a son, so it means that he will leave me sooner and go out on his own, unlike a daughter. Because a daughter leaves a mother Wombat much later than a son.

Here’s how my day starts…

Morning and Afternoon:
I am sleeping in my burrow together with my son. My son stays with me because he’s still undergoing training.
Maybe, people are wondering why we are sleeping in the morning. Well, we are nocturnal animals. Us wombats, are nocturnal. It means that we’re awake during the night and asleep during the day, like bats. I guess, the reason why we are nocturnals is because we have a weak sense of sight and that makes our eyes sensitive to daylight.
My son and I are sleeping to conserve energy, but one disadvantage to this, is that it slows our metabolism much more. We woke up around sunset or at times later.

There are times when I wake up a little early, and there’s still sunlight. What I do is I roll around the dirt or dust. When people get to see us doing that, they actually think that we’re just lazying around. But they’re wrong, we do that because we are actually cleaning ourselves. That process is actually called a “dust bath”. Us, wombats clean ourselves by rolling around dirt or dust. We do that because our furs’ kind of thick. When we go out at night at times we can’t avoid to get our furs damp so what we do the next day is roll around on dirt or dust so that the dampness will be absorbed away.

Evening to Midnight:
Ah, night at last. Time to wake up and look for food. It’s time for us to go out of our burrows to roam around and look for food. We mainly eat grass, because we are herbivores. I already stopped breastfeeding my son, so we eat grass together.
Sometimes. when we’re not able to look for grass, we eat tree roots or mosses. After looking for something to eat, we go back to out burrows. We work on our burrows by digging much further or at times interconnecting them with other wombats’ burrows. I teach my son how to dig a burrow.
Because burrowing is an essential part of a Wombat’s life. It helps us to be able to control our body temperature and since burrows are digged underground, it helps us a great deal to have a nice, deep sleep during the day. And because we have a slightly thick fur, a nice cool temperature is what we really like.

Once, I am finished digging a burrow and teaching my son how to dig. We go out and find some food again, if ever we get hungry. And while waiting for sleepy time again, we bite each other, because we love biting and also we love scratching, especially the part behind our ears and we make this sucking noises.

Sleepy time, at last. It’s time to go back in our burrows again to sleep. And tomorrow, we’ll do the same thing again. Not the exact same thing, because at times we decide to have a dust bath or do something else, like find a mate and actually mate.

Wombat

Just constantly check this site, and I’ll keep you posted with something new that will come up in our Wombat World!

See you soon.

Willow the Mother Wombat

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