Davey the Dunnart loved to play horn. He’d play every night from dusk until dawn.
Down by the creek he would jam with his band. Their sound became famous all over the land.
 
Roo played the bass, with possum on drums, Bandicoot swung on the harmonium.
Drongo would warble a sound warm and clear, Bat’s jazz guitar was smooth to the ear.
 
They’d come from the trees, from the Mallee and swamp, to jump and to jive, to swing and to stomp,
to dance through the night right up to the morn, all dazzled, delighted by Davey’s sweet horn.
 
Then one full moon night he didn’t appear. It seemed their friend Davey had just disappeared!
The animals searched all the places they knew - his burrow, the creek and the park rangers’ shoe.
 
But Davey was nowhere. He couldn’t be found. ‘Where can he be?’ his friends wondered and frowned. 
As night turned to day a smell filled the air. The sky had turned black. A bushfire declared!
 
Thoughts of poor Davey were put to one side as everyone ran to find places to hide.
The heat was intense with many homes lost, and when it was over they counted the cost.
 
All hope had faded. Then later that night the sound of a horn was heard soft and light.
‘Could that be Davey?’ asked Roo in surprise. They ran to the creek and tears filled their eyes.
 
‘Davey!’ Bat cried as both friends embraced. ‘We thought you would never come back to this place.
We thought we would never again hear you play! We’re so glad to see you. So glad you’re okay.’
 
His heart filled with joy as the friends gathered near. Davey’s small smile now stretched ear to ear!
He hopped back on stage, picked up his horn and blew that sweet jazz from dusk until dawn.
 
Back Matter: Did you know?

1. Kangaroo Island dunnarts are small marsupials who live in grasstrees, leaf litter and small holes in the ground.
2. Their species was only discovered 50 years ago.
3. They have dark grey fur on their backs and paler grey fur on their bellies, hands and feet that are almost white, a small pointed snout and big ears.
4. Their babies are called joeys and are smaller than a grain of rice when they are born.
5. Females weigh less than a fifty-cent coin and males are about half the weight of a golf ball.
6. Their indigenous name is djamin.
7. Dunnarts are nocturnal feeders and eat mostly spiders, beetles, ants and grasshoppers.
8. Before the 2019-2020 bushfires on the island, the dunnart population was less than 500. There are now thought to be only 50 left. 
9. Feral cats and land clearance are the other two main threats to the dunnart population.
10. The Kangaroo Island dunnart is considered a critically endangered species.

For more information on the Kangaroo Island Dunnart visit these websites:
Australian Wildlife  
​FAME
 
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They're back! Kaitlyn Sanchez and Lydia Lukidis are back with another Fall Writing Frenzy competition for 2021. To enter, you need to go to Lydia's Wordpress site, choose an image, write your 200 word story to go with your chosen image, and follow the instructions to submit between October 1 and October 3, 2021 11:59 EST. It's loads of fun and a great way to hone your writing skills and make every word count. 
Here's my story for this year. Don't forget to support each other by reading and liking as many of the entries as you can. Good luck everyone! 

THE FEARLESS FIVE: HALLOWEEN SUPERHEROES 
 
Green Devil, Pumpkin Bat, Skeleton Jack, and Buzz got dressed in their new outfits before heading out the door for trick or treat. ‘These are great! No-one will ever recognize us. Super sewing Buzz!’ announced Skeleton Jack. Buzz grinned. They all nodded in agreement. ‘Those evil, candy stealing witches won’t know a thing,’ he said, as the four heroes admired themselves in the mirror. Green Devil’s sister, Little Red, rolled her eyes as she motioned for them to hurry up. They quickly closed the door and started going from house to house yelling ‘Trick or treat!’, watching as they did so, for anything or anyone suspicious. On their way to the last house, someone screamed excitedly, ‘Ooo look! It’s the Fearless Five!’ Little Red wasn’t fooled, but the other four turned quickly and posed as the camera flash went off. ‘Mwha haha. Thanks boys,’ cackled a sneaky witch, as she quickly scooped up their baskets full of candy and zoomed away. ‘Drats!’ mumbled the four in unison, blinking away the bright light and kicking the pavement. ‘You guys never learn,’ sighed Little Red. ‘Guess we’ll have to share mine again. C’mon. Let’s go home.’ 

Here we sit beneath our tree,
​Bee and Flea and me. Just we three.
Wondering, waiting to see what the day will bring.
A flower blooms. We dive right in. Pollen covers legs and chins. The smell is glorious. We all grin.
Bee and Flea and me. Just we three.
A soft, cool breeze begins to blow. We hear the trees sing soft and low, as leaves sway gently to and fro.
Bee and Flea and me. Just we three.
Raindrops fall but we are dry. They stop. A rainbow fills the sky. The colours fill our hearts. We sigh.
Bee and Flea and me. Just we three.
Standing on the grass so green, our footprints tell us where we’ve been. Toes feel cool and fresh and clean.
Bee and Flea and me. Just we three.
Before we go, in fading light, we thank our tree and hug it tight, then hug each other with all our might.
Bee and Flea and me. Just we three.
Turning homeward, hand in hand, we chat about tomorrow’s plan to sit again beneath our tree.
Bee and Flea and me. Just we three.
Wondering, waiting to see what the day will bring.