

So what is a wump, you ask? Well, to get a definitive answer, you’d have to ask Bill Peet, and unfortunately, he is no longer available for questioning. But a wump looks much like a capybara (except that a capybara does not have a tail.)

A capybara is the world’s largest rodent, much like a giant guinea pig. It lives in South America, where it frequents dense vegetation surrounding lakes, rivers, swamps, and ponds.

Last week the body of a 120 pound capybara was found by the U.S. Highway 59 bridge over the Arkansas River, south of Sallisaw. I’ve been wondering about that critter for days now. How did a capybara end up in Oklahoma? Are more of them hanging around the Arkansas River?
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I’m about as verbal about this situation as a wump. As far as I can remember, wumps only used one word, but they used it repeatedly. Whenever they were frightened or excited, they cried, “Wump, wump!” That’s what I’m likely to say if I run into a capybara in Oklahoma.
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If I do meet one, I hope he’s a civilized type.

4 comments:
Yes, I read the book to him so many times that I started having the Wumps say "Grump, Grump". Every blessed time we went to the Zoo a mandatory stop in front of the Wump (Capybara) pen was in order. Some day, when he has his own kids, Grandpa is going to buy them their own pet Wump. I guarantee it.
I believe I've seen pictures of a capybara before but I don't think I've ever know their proper name. I also wonder how the one made its way to an Oklahoma river.
Oooh I would love to meet a Wump! Better yet, a Wingdingdilly! That was older daughter's favorite book. I must have read it a hundred times.
Wouldn't that be so exciting to run into a Wump or a Capybara?
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