Wilbur T. Wombat's tummy was full; he had been in the bush for days eating roots, leaves and other vegetation. He loved burying his nose into the soft, leafy matter that lay under the gum trees.
Wilbur was thirsty, so he found a puddle and sipped the cool water. He was tired, so he decided to have a snooze; the sun was directly up above, and Wilbur wasn’t used to daylight.
That morning, he had been woken by Xena the magpie, who was sitting high up in the trees noisily chatting to her friends, something about a birthday party that was coming up soon. Wilbur didn’t care for birthday parties; he just needed sleep. He settled into a large hole that he had previously dug, closed his eyes and was soon asleep.
Meanwhile, William the Wallaby and Kylie the Koala were planning their day and wondered who might like to play cricket; they just needed one more player. By the time Wilbur woke, the sun had gone down, and he could see the outline of the path. He heard laughter; perhaps it was Xena. He made his way through the bush to the clearing where he saw his friends playing a game of cricket. They yelled happily. Wilbur thought to himself that it would be good, what fun they had, but where was Henry the Bunyip? We know! He’s home tucked up in his bed. Henry has to be up early on Saturdays because he has bread to bake at the bakery.
Have fun, Wilbur, Kylie, William and Xena.