On the sandy banks of the old waterhole known as Turiana, north of Alice Springs, a wizened old man Emu came to the waters edge to drink at the end of a hot Summers day.
Emu had survived many long years and hot suns in the Central Australian bush.
His tail feathers were slightly grey at the edges and his eyes were clever and deep with knowledge.
As the Emu lowered his head, he saw reflected in the water the image of a colorful young Galah, sitting on the bough of a ghost gum tree.
The smaller bird cocked his head curiously to one side and asked: “Eh, Emu, they say you are very wise, so why don’t you fly like other birds?”
Emu, looking up at the cheeky Galah, replied: “I have lived in this country much longer than you. I have learnt that it is not sensible…
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