Happy Australia day to all Australians out there from me and my Kangaroo friend.
You may ask, why is there a Kangaroo in my yard eating bread? Well the story is that dad was feeding birds outside, and the Kangaroo kept looking at the bread. So dad threw him some and he loved it. That was a few days ago, and he would have a little bit each morning. But today was different. Dad gave him the little bit of bread, but the Kangaroo wanted a lot more. I went outside to look at him and he kept getting closer and closer. He then jumped away (and I felt slightly less nervous) but the next minute he comes around the corner on the veranda (so I ran inside). He has stayed around the house all day, keeps looking for us and comes closer when he hears my mums voice. We gave him some more bread, thinking that maybe he would have that and go away, it didn’t work. I don’t really want to give him anymore, because I want him to wonder off and eat, you know, Kangaroo food like grass. We nicknamed him Norman, but then that name somehow became Denis.