A few weeks ago, at the age of 32, I finally sustained my very first bonafide broken bone. Middle toe. Left foot. I’m going to call it a ‘soccer injury’ because that’s slightly cooler than ‘tried to kick a soccer ball and missed because I’m old and uncoordinated.’ Oops.
So when I found this zebra on safari recently, I was drawn to its broken tail. We had something in common; our weird, knobbly broken bones. I felt sad for it though. Why the tail?
Safari guides like to tell you that zebras are all different and blah blah blah and their stripes are like fingerprints and blah blah, but have you ever stopped and had a good look at zebras’ tails? They’re all fabulous! So many insane patterns and variations. Mindblowing. The tail is my favourite part.
And actually, this zebra’s broken tail just makes it even more unique and beautiful. Like fairy dust. Pink fairy dust. On red velvet cupcakes. With icing. Cream cheese icing. Which would also be good on bagels. It’s time for bed. Goodnight safariosophers…