This is the Thylacine. It's supposed to have been extinct because people put dogs in Australia. Silly. Although there are apparently sightings very occasionally. This makes it a cryptid, something that, through a combined sense of boredom and blatant disregard for the mundane reality that faces me on an hourly basis with an offensive slab-like punch of 'hey, I'm people and life and I'm real predictable like that bit, about two minutes into Friends, where everyone meets in the coffee place and goes "oh hey"' fascinates me.
Sparse sentencing. Regardless, considering it for a new tattoo, it's life story is fascinating.
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