Brilliant, Andrea! Love love love the kookaburra on crack. That is triple-wow fresh. You could write a fractured fairytales-style series on Aussie bush picnics with a twist: echidnas on exctasy, wine-fuelled wallabies, goannas on GHB, magpies on meth, possums on pot. Oh dear, it's a bit dark. I'd better stop!
Happy writing, and hugs to Margie and all the WITS x Jay

“You have an opportunity to improve your grade and learn something in gym class. If you can learn this on your own. Show me. One week with the kids is enough to cover your missed classes. Sound good?”

“Not really, but do I have a choice?”

“Yeah. Take the D+.”

She leaned over the desk and picked up the rules, book, and VHS, “You know that’s not happening.”

“See you at the courts next week, Monday.”

“Hey, coach?” Harriet stood to leave. He picked up the phone, but faced Harriet, his hand hovered over the keypad. “Next time you send your henchmen to find me, could you at least get them to warn me about the hostile takeover of my free time about to happen?”

“Glad to see you still have your sense of humor. There won’t be a next time.” Coach Ellis leaned back in his chair, phone attached by the spiral cord stretching maximum distance and chuckled, “Now get out of my office.”

Thanks for sharing on WITS!
Kris

Hi Lynette - thanks so much! Kookaburras are amazing birds. Hope they forgive me taking their laugh in vain 😉

Hi Andrea. I had to drop back in and say I absolutely LOVE your "like a Kookaburra on crack" laugh. I give it a Margie NYT!

Here's a recently written Aussie one for you from my WIP. (My heroine is extremely nervous, poor darling...)

I manage a few responses—I think they make sense—and the one time I attempt a laugh I sound like a kookaburra on crack.