It was the time of the dawning story. The young gathered around the kangaroo clan elder.
“I am Badagarang. This is the land of our ancestors,” the elder explained. “Each dawning we await the first touch of sunlight. We say our words of faith and bring warmth to the land.”
The clan stood ready to recite their words.
Badagarang sniffed the air, “Flee!”
Too late he sensed the smells he knew brought danger. Too late he heard the sound of dogs and the guns.
With the next dawning, none remained to say the words of faith. The sun shone but there was no warmth.
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