I walked through the plains, past a pair of Genyornis.
I strolled through the bushes, past a Procoptodon and its baby.
I ran past the trees away from a trio of Thylacoleo.
They ran on the treetops, and they would not stop.
One after another, they came plummeting down.
On my back and my neck, they bit all around.
I ran against a tree to try to set myself free.
But the pain was impossible to resist.
Ahead of myself was a long, deep drop.
It was an empty river full of twigs and rocks.
But it was too late, I slipped on the edge.
I fell down the hole, getting further away from the ledge.
The Thylacoleo jumped from me, avoiding the fall.
Now I am basically nothing at all.
I am bones and rocks, in the museum’s stock.
I stand next to Genyornis, and near Procoptodon.
On my right, as you see, are the menacing three.
The Thylacoleo stand together on the red gum tree.
~ Nicky, year 6, Mercedes College