The sun it beating down, it is a very hot day like almost everyday. I am an Australian aboriginal, my name is Arana. I was sent out to look if the kangaroos were down at the Billabong (the watering hole.) You ask why I was sent to seek the kangaroos at the watering hole is that kangaroos have lean red meat, which is really quite good and high in protein, the people in our village enjoy it. We can survive of anything that nature has provided for us.
I sit here on this rock looking over the watering hole and beyond. I felt a tingle on my hand as I go look down at it I jumped of the rock with shrill. The Hunt man Spider crawled away in enough time to stare at it for to long. One time I had been sleeping to wake up to one on my chest, although they are harmless they are really creepy from their amazing speed for a spider and there long width about 15 small pebbles.
I looked up across the watering hole to see a kangaroo and her Joey. I picked up the little rock rat I had found I thought I would show my brother Arvo. I arrived to our village minutes later. Our camp changes often, we move were the food moves it is how we survive. I have seen camps that held up to 400 people. And some camps only have 10 people. Our camp though has about 200 people.
I see my mother outside of our hut starting a fire getting ready for supper. She will be hoping that the kangaroos were at the watering hole, but I am not going to tell her about the kangaroo. After all she had a baby and I didn’t want to hurt her or her Joey. A smile grew across her face when I saw her. She asked me what I had, I showed her the rat and told her there were no kangaroos in sight I think she noticed that I was lying but she didn’t say anything.
I walked past her and into our small hut. Our hut is made out of bark, mud and other things laying around the ground. Some people in our camp lay right out under the stars at night and don’t make huts; others live in caves near by. My brother sits in the corner of the huts carving a piece of wood with a knife. He lifts up to show me, it is a crocodile he says his friend and he saw 10 at the swamp. I replied by saying no way what did Mama say. He told me he didn’t tell her because she would lose her mind and go on how we have to be careful around the swamp. Then I told him about the Joey and his mother, we made a deal not to mention either. Then he noticed the rock rat I was holding and a smile spread across his face and he jumped up to get a better look at it.
