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Stefan waited until the next day to try out his new skill on Marjorie. They were walking along a wallaby track that wandered through dense scrub in a south-easterly direction. Unfortunately, wallabies were happy to jump over low bushes, so now and then the track would disappear. Then the local woodfolk would have to lead them around the bushes and either join the original track or find another one for them to follow.
Stefan had been waiting all morning for a chance to get Marjorie on her own. Finally, after passing through a stand of long grass, she sat down on a rock to remove a grass seed that had worked its way into her sock. Stefan took a breath, concentrated and flicked to stand in front of her. She was looking down at the time, so all she saw was a pair of booted feet suddenly a
