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Black cockatoos eat wattletree seeds , the tucker they like best ; I ' d always bring
a handful with me and scratch Wati behind his crest . The bird would stretch out
his neck , lean his head on my chest , and whisper : “ Go bush , you fool ! ” He did
...
Black cockatoos eat wattletree seeds , the tucker they like best ; I ' d always bring
a handful with me and scratch Wati behind his crest . The bird would stretch out
his neck , lean his head on my chest , and whisper : “ Go bush , you fool ! ” He did
...
Page 24
Wati backs into a corner . The feathers on his back . . . many have been stripped
and the bald skin looks red . “ I have to take you to a show . The people will clap
and take pictures of you if you whistle the tune well . ” Wati ' s head tilts away from
...
Wati backs into a corner . The feathers on his back . . . many have been stripped
and the bald skin looks red . “ I have to take you to a show . The people will clap
and take pictures of you if you whistle the tune well . ” Wati ' s head tilts away from
...
Page 83
Soon I shall be off to the black man ' s world ; Wati and every Pitjanta soul are
there - only I am kept outside , and . . . it should not be for much longer now . “
Drink your milk , have some dog biscuits . " Warden points to two bowls in the
cage .
Soon I shall be off to the black man ' s world ; Wati and every Pitjanta soul are
there - only I am kept outside , and . . . it should not be for much longer now . “
Drink your milk , have some dog biscuits . " Warden points to two bowls in the
cage .
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Bibliographic information
| Title | Babaru: Stories Illinois short fiction |
| Author | B. Wongar |
| Edition | illustrated |
| Publisher | University of Illinois Press, 1982 |
| ISBN | 0252009959, 9780252009952 |
| Length | 102 pages |
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