I don’t have any footage of my first student film, Un Amor Peligroso, or The Wombat’s World, but I do recall the poem that stuck in my brain (and remains stuck along with Jabberwocky and Dorothy Parker’s Resumé) all those years ago:
The wombat lives across the seas
Among the far antipodes.
It may exist on nuts and berries–
Or then again, on missionaries.
Its distant habitat precludes
Conclusive knowledge of its moods,
But I would not engage the wombat
In any form of mortal combat.
~ Ogden Nash