Walking through the long grass and into the bush,
I hear chirping behind me.
I barely duck in time, just to see the flying fluffball
that is a quokka.
“CHARLEEN!” I call.
But she cannot hear me,
like Ian was, her eyes are clouded with purple fog.
“You shouldn’t be here”
“Charleen! Please, listen to me.
The Toad has stolen what little sense you have,
you must help me!"
“You are brave coming here, brave and foolish,”
Balls of fluff rocket towards me like cannonballs
I must help her,
she is just another victim to the Unpleasant Toad's master plan
