You'd Think Differently

We should be getting back to the entrance, says Roo-kai.

Not yet! says Terence. 

They'll be waiting, says Roo-kai.

I haven't seen all the animals, says Terence.

It's too wet, says Roo-kai. They'll be sheltering.

This is a bad day, says Terence. 

Yes, says Roo-kai. Say goodbye to the monkey.

Bye, says Terence. 

Plooey, says the monkey. Pop! Ha ha!

They head for the entrance, which is close to the  koala breeding centre, which Sweezus and Arthur have gone into.

This isn't a hospital, says Veronica. It's a breeding centre.

No worries, says Sweezus. 

But here's a couple of bandaids, says Veronica. And two for your friend.

Thanks, says Sweezus. 

Disinfectant? asks Veronica.

Not for me, says Arthur.

You might be sorry, says Veronica.

I'm never sorry, says Arthur.

That's a weird thing to say, says Veronica, handing bottle of disinfectant-for-koalas to Sweezus.

He's a poet, says Sweezus. 

Not many of them about these days, says Veronica.

Because we don't use disinfectant, says Arthur.

Very funny, says Veronica. I imagine you'd think differently if you were a koala.

Yeah, he would, says Sweezus. 

Would either of you like to hold a baby koala? asks Veronica.

Nah, says Sweezus. We're not visitors. We're here to pick up a kid we left here.

A statue of a kid, says Arthur.

Yeah, statue of a kid, says Sweezus. We'd better be going.

Wait, says Veronica. This breeding program costs money. Would you like to adopt a koala?

No, but thanks for asking, says Sweezus.

I'll adopt one, says Arthur. Which one can I have?

You don't get to HAVE one, says Veronica. You just give us money.

Okay, says Arthur. I don't have money, but I'll give you a poem.

That won't help the koalas, says Veronica.

Publicity, says Sweezus.

Have to be a bloody good poem, says Veronica.

It would be, says Arthur. 

Sweezus is already at the door. 

From there he sees Terence, who is running towards the koala breeding centre.

Because he's seen Sweezus.

Guess what? cries Terence. The black handed spider monkey can't pop bubble wrap. Guess why?

Vestigial thumbs, says Sweezus. 

Terence is disappointed that Sweezus knows this already.