It was
so strong, and could jump so well for its size. It had the blackest of
little noses and hands and tail you ever saw, and big soft ears which
heard more quickly than mine. All day long I taught it jumping, and we
played and were merry from sunrise to sunset. Until that day I had never
been sad, and I thought all the creatures must be wrong to say that in
this beautiful world there could be such cruel beings as they said White
Humans were. That day taught me I was wrong, and I know now that the
world is a sad place because Humans make it so; although it was made to be
a happy place. We were playing on the side of a plain that day, and our
game was hide and seek in the long grass. We were having great fun, when
suddenly little Joey said, 'strange creatures are coming, big ones.'
"I hopped up to the stony rise that fringed the plain, and I thought as I
did so that I could hear a new sound on the breeze. Joey hid in the grass,
but I went boldly into the open on the hillside to see where the danger
was. I saw, far off, Humans on their big animals that go so quickly, and
directly I hopped into the open, they raised a great noise like the blacks
did last night, and I could see by the movement in the grass that they had
those dreadful dogs they teach to kill us: they are far worse than
dingoes.
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