Suzy emerged from the big clump of flax lilies, beneath the paper­bark trees that fringed the lagoon. She paused on the edge of the road between the lagoon and the meeting place, her blue head and large red beak held high. Nobody knew she was going to the Life Council meeting. Her parents would be very cross if they found out. But Suzy wanted to see the squirrel glider for herself, and hear her story. For the rumour had raced around the lagoon that day, like swallows chasing midges across the water, or like the hobby-falcon hunting dragonflies on a sunny summer day. A glider had come to Second Lagoon, wanting to learn the Lore from an Elder. This had not happened in these parts for many, many swamphen-lives.

“Life Magic, that’s what it’s about,” a spoonbill had muttered to Suzy, between sweeps of his spoon-shaped bill through the water.

“What’s that?” asked Suzy, puzzled.

“I dunno,” said the spoon­bill as he walked by, sweeping. “I don’t know anyone alive who knows anything about the Life Magic. I thought it was just something made up, in the old myths. Like the one about White-plume the Magnificent, and how she fought the Sea Eagle Army. They say White-plume the spoonbill used the Life Magic to pro­tect her kin. She turned into some kind of monster and scared the army of Sea Eagles away. But I don’t know how she did this, or what the Life Magic is.”

The squirrel glider who had come seeking help was a young­ster like Suzy. Suzy could not imagine traveling away from her home and family like this squirrel glider had done. What had driven the glider to do this? Suzy was very curious about everything. And because of this she had learnt lots of things about Second Lagoon, and the plants and animals who lived there.

“Way too curious!” said her mother.

“It’s just not normal for a swamphen,” said her big sister. But Suzy kept poking her red beak into all sorts of things. She badly wanted to go to the Life Council Meeting, but her family would not hear of it.

“We don’t mix with people like that,” said her mum. “That Dollarbird is a tramp and a troublemaker. And those furry crea­tures, the mammals, we don’t trust them. I hope you know that squirrel gliders eat bird eggs for dinner? A mudlark told me that.”

“That Life Magic is weirdo stuff. It’s not for good, simple folk like us swamphens,” said one of her three dads (swamphens often have more than one dad).

“Why should we care about some other creature’s problems anyway?” snorted one of her older brothers. “Are they going to help me if I get into trouble? Ha! I doubt it.”

But Suzy wasn’t so sure. In any case, she needed to learn more about this Life Magic, and she wanted to meet the squirrel glider, or at least hear her story. The glider was having a grand adventure, even though she was a kid like Suzy. Suzy was rather jealous.

So Suzy sneaked off to the Life Council Meeting without telling anyone she was going. She knew that every guest of the Life Council had to tell a story, so she had spent the day prepar­ing hers.

Suzy peered up and down the road. Her pointed blue tail flicked rapidly, flashing the large white patch of feathers that covered her bottom. She was thinking of the swamphens who had been hit by wheeled metal boxes, right here. But there was no turning back now. With her very long, orange toes spread wide, Suzy made some big swamphen-steps to cross the road. Quickly. A wheeled metal box whizzed by behind her just as she reached the other side. She skirted around a fig tree and the children’s playground, and headed towards a large old blue gum.


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