The origin of Podrick Ptolemy Platypus remains a sordid tale of questionable origin and reliability. This website serves to document a fictional retelling as imagined by Mel Barat Bours for "Websites Beyond The Page" taught by Meghna Dholakia and Ilona Brand at Type Electives.
The earliest depiction of Podrick has been attributed by various concerned parties to the adolescent daughter of a Welsh sea captain on an unsanctioned voyage to the prison colonies of Australia.
And so our story begins...
As legend my have it,
the Captain’s daughter, whose name remains unknown, was able to
conceal herself in a small trunk. Once the trunk was stowed upon the
vessel, she waited as long as she humanly could before opening it. She
feared there may be other persons also hiding or toiling away nearby.
She slowly pushed open the heavy wooden lid before peering out at her
new reality - a storage pantry with no exit in sight. She gingerly
climbed out of the trunk with feline ease and changed into the
captain’s clothes that she was sitting on for what felt like weeks.
All that was there by way of food were limes. Oodles and oodles of
limes.
She ate the limes. They were so sour, she turned green!
She spotted a small porthole behind the 10th mound of limes at the
back of the boat. Using skills she had learned from a contortionist
boarder staying at her Great Aunt Gertie’s last November during the
Grand Circus Strike of ’87, she was able to shimmy herself out of the
window.
She landed with a flop and a sploosh in very shallow water on the
banks of a particularly muddy marsh. She scurried away as fast as she
could and tripped on the wreckage of a small, ancient dingy.