....writing about Australian creatures?

Hi! My name is Kevin and I’m a Koala. Let me tell you something: never leave your home. To fully understand this, let me tell you my story. One day I decided I was to good for the outback. Well that, and I was being black mailed by a blood thirsty dingo. Is it my fault that I was hungry and ate the president of the Kookaburras? There weren’t any eucalyptus trees around! Anyway, I left. I journeyed for a week and ended up in some six-year-old’s back yard.  I was really tired. So, then this little girl found me. The next thing I knew I had a baby doll bottle in my face. I was not in the mood for fake milk, so I struggled against her. She, in the end, won. I stayed at the girl’s house for a few days and then they decided to take me to the Great Barrier Reef. By the way, “they” is referring to the kid’s parents. Don’t they know it ISN’T okay to keep a wild animal?! Well anyway, I ended up sitting on a beach in a “Build-A-Bear” bikini. The worst part about that? I’m a guy!!!!!!! There was only one way out of this. I had to escape! That night I was in the “Koala bonnet” as the little girl called it, and in my cradle. I’m not kidding. A cradle!!! I ripped off the stupid bonnet and climbed out of the cradle. I went out the window and didn’t stop until I got back home. When I did get back, I worked things out with the dingo and I apologized to the Kookaburras. I really hope you’ve learned what you need to from my story. Never leave home because you might get stuck wearing an itsy, bitsy, teeny, weenie, yellow, polka-dot, bikini.