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Stealing Stacey

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“I was just thinking. If you’re so keen on creatures that you want a pet scorpion, you are just going to love the station. It’s stiff with ‘em.”

“Scorpions?”

“Among other things.”

As we drove I held my scorpion on my knee. I know it sounds crazy, but when I saw him scuttling about inside, I thought it was nice to have a little live thing of my own, even if it would bite me if I touched it. Sting, I mean.

The driving was even longer and rougher that day. We saw some emus. That was fantastic. There was like a family of them, two big ones and three little ones. They kind of tiptoed across the road, a long way in front of us. I let out a shriek and Gran stopped the ute and we watched them till they disappeared. I felt all breathless. They were so huge, for birds!

“I wish I could see them close to.”

“You will,” Gran said. “I’ve got two tame ones at home. They lay the most beautiful eggs in the world. A gorgeous greeny-blue colour. The Aborigines carve them like cameos. I’ve got one at home, I’ll show you.”


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