My Captain and I were cleaning out relics from the mountains of stuff he had saved at his parents’ house over the years and came across a boomerang. A REAL honest to goodness boomerang! He’d made it himself when he was a teen.
His family had had a student named Meri from Australia live with them for a year when My Captain was in high school and she had brought a boomerang. He traced it, and made one of his own out of plywood. And he played with it for a while. Then he put it away in a box. And there it stayed.
He found it when we were going through stuff. He pulled it out, laughed out loud, dusted it off, and decided to show Critter and Varmint the finer points of boomeranging (I just made that verb up. Do you like it?).
We tried throwing it one way. It didn’t come back.
We tried throwing it another way. It didn’t come back.
My Captain looked up a “How To Throw A Boomerang” video on his phone.
And we tried it again.
Is this some kind of a joke? How many times are you going to have us throw this?
Aw, come on. Just try it one more time.
So they did.
And then it broke. The dagnab thing never did come back to us.
But it was a nice day for a game of fetch.
You know what I think? I think everyone in Australia who is reading this is laughing at us. Boomerangs don’t work. They are nothing more than a practical joke.
A really good practical joke.