Mr Author is lucky, lucky to live in a town where he can see tree kangaroos daily. He assures me he has plenty of other things to occupy his time (completing my fabulous story, for one) but nevertheless gets across to Taronga Zoo very regularly. He tells me that my cousins are one of…
DetailsMatius, my good sea turtle friend, seems to uncover all sorts of things on his travels. No less than 4 pairs of fancy flippers were dropped at the foot of my fig tree the other day. ‘Take whichever you please, Widodo,’ I heard him call up. ‘Just give the others back.’ I intend to head…
DetailsDear friend, You’re probably familiar with normal, land-lubbing kangaroos – they hop (boring), they eat grass (yawn), they box (nasty, aggressive creatures!), they live on the tail of QANTAS jets (strange way to spend your day IMHO). But how much do you know about we elusive, alluring and elegant tree kangaroos? Not enough, is my…
DetailsDear friend, As you will have gathered by reading Act 1 of my riveting story – read it here, if you fancy – a certain part of my brain is given to poetry. It seems to occur after a long meal (red berries particularly), or when I first get up in the morning. Below is…
DetailsI react a bit against the term ‘wild’, you know. I consider myself adventurous, inquisitive, tumultuous at times maybe, but never wild. A crocodile is a wild creature (and downright nasty too, so my sea turtle friend Matius tells me), but I know what you mean by the word, and I’m an accommodating tree kangaroo,…
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