“Ru…beee…” a name drifted across the valley.
Again, “Ru…beee…”
Fearing a child might be missing, I made my way towards the sound. If I could help, I’d be there. My experience in bushwalking would be handy.
Once more, “Ru…bee…***”
There was something more I couldn’t hear.
I called ahead, “Is Ruby lost?”
As I stepped out from amongst the trees, a man turned, “Ruby? No, mate, I said ‘roo be still’. My kangaroo got his foot stuck in the fence. I’ve been trying to get him out but he won’t be still.”
I smiled and retreated back through the trees.
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