Holly's Wallabies Part 2

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The hot Australian sun beat down upon the parched outback, baking the rocks and that.


"Gosh, I mean crikey it's hot," gasped Holly, "It's a good thing this hair-dryer has a cold setting."


Meanwhile, out at the old disused mineshaft, a baby sheepling lamb had fallen through a gap in the rusty cover and become trapped. Its frightened mewling barks cock-a-doodle bleats could be heard up to two metres from the opening.

Holly's prize wallaby, Rolf, heard the commotion and leapt into action. Bounding across the landscape in long hops, it was soon well out of sight. Being a dumb animal, it soon forgot all about the sheep.


A couple of days later, Holly was preparing to eat a banana. First she wrapped her fingers around it, grasped it firmly in her hand and thrust it into the special banana-peeling device.


She opened her mouth as wide as she could, eager with anticipation.


And finally she ate the banana.


What? Oh. Right. Rolf came bounding up yadeyadeyada.

To be continued...