It hadn’t been much of a holiday. They’d found a wombat asleep in the old horse blankets in the shed, but a freezing wind off the Snowies and the waterlogged ground meant no real exploring. Pop couldn’t even drive them up to the bush paddock to see the cow babies.
On Wednesday, the wind dropped. Sunny grabbed some old paint and plastic garbage bags for smocks. They headed to the fallen tree.
As the paint dried, Pop drilled in two reflectors for eyes.
Charlie climbed on. He laughed, and soared into the blue sky, over the mountains and far away.
On Wednesday, the wind dropped. Sunny grabbed some old paint and plastic garbage bags for smocks. They headed to the fallen tree.
As the paint dried, Pop drilled in two reflectors for eyes.
Charlie climbed on. He laughed, and soared into the blue sky, over the mountains and far away.
