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Saffron rushed over and picked it up. It was large and soft, and when she turned it over, she discovered that it had been sent by Athol and Patrick. First, she carefully removed the stamps for her father, who collected them, then she ripped the package open.
‘Hey, Ange, look what the scientists sent us!’ she called.
‘Can you bring it over here? I really don’t want to get up.’ Saffron carried an armful of tee-shirts over to her mother.
‘Look! They’re just like the one Patrick was wearing on that programme last night ... all different sizes too. We can wear them tonight, they’ll make us look really official.'
Angie appeared impressed and Saffron set off for the paddock, her brain buzzing with excitement.
It was still very early in the morning, no one was at the paddock, except of course its usual residents, which included a very small, discreet, brownish bird pecking for insects among the tussock grass. If Saffron hadn’t been on the lookout for him, he would not have been noticed. He flew over and perched on her wrist.
‘Hello Ronnie. I have viewed your friends on television. They are good humans, but that may not be enough. We are all in this together - each must resist in own way. I hear talk through radio wave - complexity is there - much research in which to engage - web of deceit to track! Here are humans as bad and selfish as your friends are good.’