Rain of Rainbow

What's there to do here? asks Unni.

Surfing, says Barney. There's a cool right hand surf break at the Alley.

Surfboards? says Unni.

I can get us two long boards, no problem, says Barney.

What about Terence? says Unni.

Yeah....what time is it? says Barney.

Ten to eight, says Unni.

Okay, says Barney. He can hang out in the Currumbin Wildlife Sanctuary. Gates open at eight.

By himself? says Unni.

I know someone who works there, says Barney.

Can I take my camera? asks Terence.

Sure, says Barney. You can cer-lick your little balls off.

Don't say that, says Unni.

Barney takes Terence to the gate of the Sanctuary, which is nearby.

The Magpie comes too, leaving his mirror.

Farky's teeth see no future in going. He curls up in the back seat of the Mini.

At the gate, Barney waves at Kenzi, whom he knows.

Hi, Kenzi! Wanna do us a favour?

Sure, Barney, says Kenzi.

Take this little dude in.

Okay, says Kenzi. What's his name?

Terence! says Terence. And this is my parrot.

No, says Kenzi. It's a Magpie, and these are Rainbow Lorikeets. I'm their ambassador. Here, hold this plate of sugar mix, and they'll come down to you.

The horrid Lorikeets rain down upon Terence. They eat all his sugar mix in a flurry of squawkings and green and red feathers. When the air clears, Barney is gone. So is Kenzi.

That was rubbish, says Terence. What'll we do now?

Let's find a family, says the Magpie.

It's not hard. There are mega-loads of families.

Terence spots a small one.

Mama, Papa and Boris.

Mama is looking at the program.

Look Boris, says Mama. Crocodile photo opportunity. Eight thirty.

Goody, says Boris. And then can we do the Tree Top Challenge?

Papa notices Terence.

Who's this little fellow? asks Papa.

Terence, says Terence.

Are you lost? asks Mama. Because if you are I'll...

No, says the Magpie. We're not lost, we live here.

Like that nice Bindi Irwin? says Mamma.

Yes, says the Magpie, although he has never heard of that nice Bindi Irwin.

Perhaps you'd like to show Boris the crocs, says Papa.

Why not?

Terence would be delighted.