How the Platypus got its Duckbill

Platypus busily worked on repairing his thatched roof. This evening’s forecast called for rain and Platypus needed to prepare for it. But he could not work too late. You see, tonight was also the night of Bear’s Annual Honey Party.

Bear’s Annual Honey Party ranked as the largest party in the forest. It was far bigger than Rabbit’s V8 Party with 45 varieties of carrot juice. It was much better attended than Stork’s Anchovies Party where only Pelican came and all the fish boycotted their invitations. The Honey Party was where any animals who was some animal came to be seen. Eagle changed her migration patterns in order to attend. Lion scheduled a speech for re-election. Even Rocky and Bullwinkle put off saving the world for a day in order to make an appearance.

So Platypus had to go. But there was a problem. He hated honey. Now, in most other cases, it would not make a difference. People never attended Vulture’s Roadkill Party for the food or Koala’s Bark Party for the eucalyptus cough drops. But everyone in the forest loved honey. Everyone but Platypus.

Last year, Platypus tried not eating the honey but everyone made fun of him. Two years ago, he tried to be allergic to honey. It worked for a short time until Doctor Frog came by and said that there was no such thing as a honey allergy. This year, he had a fool-proof plan. Old Duck, who happens to live next door to Platypus, had a pair of false bills. Since Old Duck was injured, he could not make the party but agreed to lend his false bills to Platypus. Platypus would pretend to eat the honey but instead store it in the bill so that he could dump it into the river when he got home. It was a fool-proof plan. Nothing could go wrong.

Platypus finished patching his roof with not a moment to spare so he donned his costume and left. Later that night, Platypus returned fully satisfied with himself. His plan worked like a charm. No one guessed that he was actually storing all the honey he ate in his false bills. In fact, he got so confident with himself, he ate more than anyone else at the party. Everyone commented on how much he loved honey this year after hating it for all previous years. Platypus went straight to bed, tired but happy, with the intention of cleaning out the bill first thing in the morning.

But as fate would have it, it not only rained that night, it snowed. The sudden drop in temperature froze the honey inside the bills and Platypus awoke to the bill firmly stuck in place. Platypus tried desperately to remove the bill to no avail. Doctor Frog came by to see what he could do but all he did was shake his head. The honey had frozen into Platypus’s fur and the attachment was permanent.

For all the years that Platypus lived, he never attended the honey party ever again.

And that is how the platypus got its duckbill.