“The moon broke through the clouds, and Shane could just make out a figure ahead, leaning over the stream as if examining its reflection. “Drina?” he whispered. The figure turned, and Shane had to laugh, because it wasn’t his sister – wasn’t even a person. It was a kangaroo.”

“The moon broke through the clouds, and Shane could just make out a figure ahead, leaning over the stream as if examining its reflection. “Drina?” he whispered. The figure turned, and Shane had to laugh, because it wasn’t his sister – wasn’t even a person. It was a kangaroo.”

— Nick Eliopulos