The Flying Kangaroo: Book 2

By Irene Drummond

Book 2, is the sequel to Book 1. With all the same characters, and even more exciting adventures.
It tells of how Holyjo and all the other mountain dwellers save their homeland from sure destruction. And in the process, do their bit towards bringing to bare, more awareness of what mankind are doing to the environment.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris AU
• Release date: Oct 20, 2017
• ISBN: 9781543404418

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Copyright © 2017 by Irene Drummond.

Library of Congress Control Number:       2017915271

ISBN:                   Hardcover                     978-1-5434-0443-2

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CONTENTS

Chapter 1.   A New Start

Chapter 2.   Holyjo’ Shocking Discovery

Chapter 3.   Making Plans.

Chapter 4.   The Midnight Hour.

Chapter 5.   Party Time.

Chapter 6.   The Festivities Continue

This sequel to The Flying Kangaroo, with all the same characters and even more exciting adventures, tells of how Holyjo and all the other mountain dwellers save their homeland from sure destruction and, in the process, do their bit towards bringing to bare more awareness of what mankind are doing to the environment.

Chapter 1

A New Start

It was now, a year later: And thoughts of that dreaded fire, and the averting of yet another, had begun to fade a little in the bush dweller’s minds.

All Mystery valleys’ old inhabitants had returned. And because of their heavy rainfall during the rainy season, gum trees, and all others that had survived, were now covered with golden-tipped leaves. Tree ferns sprouted new growth, tall grasses grew lush and green, and bracken and fine ferns grew in abundance, in every crease and crevice along the banks of the creeks and rivers.

And it was here, in these beautiful, tranquil Blue Mountains, revolving around Magic Rock, deep in Mystery Valley, that a most intriguing chain of events was about to unravel.

It all began, on a day in late spring. Everything in the early morning sunlight glistened with raindrops after a sun-shower, a brilliantly coloured rainbow arched across the sky, seeming to end on a ledge half-way up Magic Rock.

And it was at this precise moment in time, that a small girl called Natasha, having wandered off from her campsite, eager to explore the countryside, arrived at the Rock.

Gazing up in awed wonder at the brilliantly coloured rainbow, and mesmerised by its glistening beauty, she walked up to the huge jutting rock, and straight away, began to climb.

She had always loved climbing - fences, gates, stairs, trees; anything that took her up, where she could look down, she climbed.

And so, higher and higher she climbed, and up and up she went. And the higher she climbed, the fresher and sharper the air became, and a clearer view she had of the whole surrounding countryside. Her thinking too, she noticed, had become much clearer, and still, she climbed.

She climbed, until she reached a small narrow ledge half-way up, as it was about here the rainbow ended, she thought. It was very difficult to tell now though, as it had begun to fade at the ends.

Feeling quite disappointed at not finding the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, and deciding to take a rest before beginning her climb down. Ever so carefully, she turned around, until her back hugged the rock.

Looking out over the golden-tipped tree-tops, breathing in the sweetly scented, invigorating air, she suddenly realised, the birds, singing their little songs, were talking to one another.

Breathless, she listened, finding she could actually understand some of their musical, sing-song trilling and excited chitter-chatter.

Spellbound, she murmured, ‘My, they are all worked up. I wonder what it’s all about,’ and eyes wide and sparkling with excitement, she searched them out.

They, all the while, flitted and fluttered and bounced about amongst the leaves, coming to rest fleetingly on branches, boughs, and trunks of the trees.

‘My!’ she breathed with enchanted fascination. ‘They are in a state. I wish they would calm down. I’ll never find out what’s troubling them at this rate.’

Just then, a mob of quarrelsome birds arrived in a flurry, extremely agitated, wild eyed, and full of worry, and coming to rest on a bough close by, a tiny blue wren twitted his angry reply.’

‘Don’t call me a crazy twit, you raving nit!

You reckless, headless neckless nerd!

You artless, brainless, tiresome bird!

You are the rudest bird I’ve ever heard.’

Cranky Willy’s flickering fanned-tail fluttered, as he crossly muttered,

‘Well, any poor fool can see,

They’re not here for the good of you and me,

And the sooner everyone else can see,

The better off we’ll all be.’

Right then, Magpie Lark, set in to hark,

‘But how will we know, they’re not our foe

Unless we give them