Mirram the Kangaroo and Warreen the Wombat, walk walked walking were walking on two legs as men, were friends. They live lived living were living together, but each had his own way of doing things. Warreen build built building was building a gunyah, a little house made of bark, to protect himself from the rain, a place where he could light a fire and sleep in comfort on cold nights. Mirram was much more of an outdoor man. He loved to lie out in the open at night where he could see the stars shine shone shining were shining through the leaves of the trees and feel the wind on his face. Sometimes he persuaded Warreen the Wombat to leave his gunyah and spend the night with him, but Wombat never feel felt feeling was feeling really happy unless he was curled up inside his hut.

During the summer the friends lived happily together, but it was different in the winter. One night a bitter wind blew across the land. Mirram huddled up against the trunk of a tree and tried to keep warm by roll rolled rolling was rolling himself into a ball; he was still proud of the way he could face the weather while his timid companion hid in a stuffy hut.

After a while it begin began beginning was beginning to rain. Not a light shower but sheets of icy water that drive drove were driven were driving by the wind, soaking him from head to foot. It was no use trying to shelter under the trees. The thought of Warreen's cozy little gunyah suddenly became very attractive.

He imagined what it would be like inside, with the bark walls lit by the flames of the fire, and the lovely feeling he would have as he stretched out in front of it, warm and dry. He could bear the thought no longer. Fighting his way against wind and rain, he knocked against the wall of the gunyah.
"Who is it?"- asked a sleepy voice.
"It's me, Mirram. I'm wet and cold. May I come in?"
"But you like it that way"-Warreen replied. "Remember I offered to help you build a gunyah for yourself, but you said it was silly to hide from the wind and the rain. Besides, there's no room in here".
Mirram forced his way through the narrow doorway.
"If you must come in, stand over there in the corner. You're wet and you're waking me up". Mirram sniffed.

He stretched himself out in front of the fire and went back to sleep. Mirram was crowded in a corner where there was a crack in the bark. The rain poured through it and whenever he move moved was moved was moving the draught seemed to follow him. When his front was dry he turned round to let the fire warm his back. Mirram beat his arms against his body to keep warm. Warreen snored gently and the fire died down. Bitter thoughts circled round inside Mirrad's head.

When morning came he hobbled outside, picked up a large stone which was half buried in the mud, and staggered back to the hut. Kangaroo stepped inside, raised the stone at arm's length, and smashed it against Warren's head, flatten flattened was flattened flattening the front part of his skull. "There!" Kangaroo said, "that will teach you to neglect a friend. You will always have a flat forehead now to remind you of your unkindness. And what's more, from now on , you live will always live are always living have always lived in this dark, damp hole you call your home".

From that day Kangaroo and Wombat never speak spoke were speaking were spoken to each other. Warren planned revenge. He cut a big spear and made a woomera to help him throw the spear much better than he could manage with his tiny paws.

He had a long time to wait but at last his opportunity came. Mirram's back was turned and the woomera was in the right position. He threw it with all his might. The spear whistled through the air and struck Mirram at the base of his spine.
"There!" shouted Warreen, as Mirram let out a yell of pain and fright.
"That'll teach you to knock me about!". Kangaroo tugged at the spear, but he could not move it. Wombat laughed and laughed until he rolled right back into his burrow.
"You've got a tail now", he said as he disappeared from sight. "Mirram has got a tail, and no home to go to. Serves him right!"