Chapter 11
‘Jake.’ Kim lifted the plate of buttered bread out of reach. ‘Clyde’s in the kitchen again.’
The little kangaroo stood high on his back legs, balancing with his muscular tail, trying to reach the benchtop. ‘Scram, you.’
Jake ran in, grinning. ‘He wants a sandwich.’
‘Well, he can’t have one. What would Mel say? Now, take him outside.’
Bonnie and Clyde hadn’t stayed for one night as promised. A week later, and they were still there. Mel had taken in two orphaned possums in the meantime, and wanted to settle them before taking the little kangaroos back. Kim didn’t really mind. They were rather sweet. Mischievous though, and excellent escape artists. Her makeshift fence repairs were no match for two determined, half-grown joeys. When Taj came on Monday, she would ask him to fix
