The Barn Story 17: Extreme Kangaroo Breeding Gang Rape
Emma looked across the Australian plains and saw a variety of animals. “This is amazing,” she said to the tour guide. “This is a once-in-a-lifetime experience!” Air blew through her shoulder-length brown hair, and she smiled.
“We’re going to have to head back soon,” the guide said. “But, we can come back out tomorrow, if you want.”
“If I want?” Emma questioned, “Of course I do! I love seeing all the different animals! Wait.”
“Look over there,” Emma pointed at a dense cluster of trees. She noticed something rustling the brush. “See?”
“Yeah, I don’t know what’s in there. Maybe Coyotes. Anyways, we are going back. See the sun dropping below the horizon? You don’t want to know what happens after dark.”
Emma felt the caged truck turn away and begin down the road. Her heart raced as she thought about what might happen after dark. She wanted to know. “Can I stay?”
The man looked back at her, “I mean, if you want to, you can. I have no clue why you’d want to do that though. Australia is nothing to mess with after the sun goes down. I’m not fucking with you.”
“Hey, what’s that?” Emma saw a building to her right as they slowed. “Is that a barn?”
“It’s been here for years. I can’t imagine what’s inside.”
“Drop me off here.”
“Are you serious?” The guide replied, taken back by this young woman’s idea.
“I really want to see some of these animals up close in their wild environment,” Emma replied. “Kangaroos are my part of my Doctorate Thesis, and I haven’t seen any yet. The day after tomorrow I have to head back to the states. So…”
“…you need to see these animals up close. Right.” The tour guide nodded, “Listen. There is a group of Kangaroos that hang around that barn after the sun sets. They tend to be pretty active at might – that’s why we haven’t seen any yet.”