“They were down there. A whole group of them, huddled together. The wombats had saved a dozen little creatures, there were lizards and frogs and possums and a wallaby, and there was a koala, too, and they were all alive.” He is smiling now too. “And those mum and dad wombats that stick their bums up to save their family, that’s your mum and dad,” I say, and we are both laughing, knowing it’s true. “So I wanted to ask if you guys would like to come and live there with me?” I say. “When we’re out of here.”
