nk of all the poor things I have killed," said Dot's father
sadly; "I'll never do it again."
"No," said his wife, "we must try and get everyone to be kind to the
bush creatures, and protect them all we can."
This book would never come to an end if it told all that passed that
day. How Dot explained the wonderful power of the berries of
understanding, and how she told the kangaroos all that her parents
wanted her to say on their behalf, and what kind things the Kangaroo
said in return.
All day long the Kangaroo stayed near Dot's home, and the little girl
persuaded her to eat bread, which she said was "most delicious, but one
would get tired of it sooner than of grass."
Every effort was made by Dot and her parents to get the Kangaroo to live
on their selection, so that they might protect her from harm. But she
said that she liked her own free life best, only she would never go far
away and would come often to see Dot. At sunset she said good-bye to
Dot, a little sadly, and the child stood in the rosy light of the
afterglow, waving her hand, as she saw her kind animal friend hop away
and disappear into the dark shadow of the Bush.
She wandered about for some time listening to the voices of birds and
creatures, who came to tell her how glad everyone was that her way had
been found, and that no harm was to befall them in future. The news of
her safe return, and of the Kangaroo's finding her Joey, had been spread
far and near, by Willy Wagtail and the Kookooburra; and she could hear
the shouts of laughter from kookooburras telling the story until nearly
dark.
Quite late at night she was visited by the Opossum, the Native Bear,
and the Nightjar, who entered by the open window, and, sitting in the
moonlight, conversed about the day's events. They said that their whole
rest and sleep had been disturbed by the noise and excitement of the day
creatures spreading the news through the Bush. The Mo-poke wished to
sing a sad song because Dot was feeling happy, but the Opossum warned it
that it was sitting in a draught on the window sill and might spoil its
beautiful voice, so it flew away and only sang in the distance. The
Native Bear said that the story of Dot's return and the finding of
Kangaroo's Joey was so strange that it made its head feel quite empty.
The Opossum inspected everything in Dot's room, and tried to fight
itself in the looking-glass. It then got the Koala to look into the
mirror also, and said it would
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