My name? No, I don’t think I have one, I’m just a small branch. I exist because there once was a tree, I was attached but am no longer, we’re not given names apart from the tree. I was part of a gum tree with beautiful smelling leaves but I fell off and now am used by other things. This time I’m being used by a snake. When I fell the ground was soggy and damp, I was caught in the ground and when it dried up I stayed caught so the snake is able to wind its tail around me for stability. It’s good to have some use again.

The snake is mesmerising the bower bird, swaying from side to side and getting closer and closer until it’s time for him to attack. Betty Bower Bird would make a good meal for him. Before anyone knew it down came the kookaburra and speared it in the back of the neck. Clarrie Kookaburra came down once more spearing the neck of the snake a second time while Betty Bower Bird squawked and flew into the bush with a wild flap of her wings.

Charlie Crow was quite surprised at Clarrie Kookaburra’s  bravery but I wasn’t, I knew what Clarrie could do as before I fell off my gum tree he’d sat on me for long hours looking at the ground and occasionally diving off to pick up some food. I knew his beak could look like a spear and pick up some unsuspecting animal.