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Wombat attacks cake

A bushwalking friend told me once that as they lay snuggled in their sleeping bags in their tent they heard a thumping, scratching, tearing and chomping sound. They turned on their torches and found a wombat wrestling with the fruitcake they had packed to sustain them on their walk. Oh dear. Maybe it was the aroma of brandied fruit that had attracted him.


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