G’day mates. My name is Daku, but the humans taking care of me have been calling me Pink Toes. Now just because my toes got burned does not mean my name should change. Anywho that is a can of eucalyptus leaves we will open later. My friend Milto once mentioned I should join the blogging community and share my story little by little and I believe now is no better time. Who knows maybe there won’t be another time haha. No wucka’s I kid. 

Before I get ahead of myself, let me tell you a lil about me. Over time my full story will be shared so stay tuned folks, but for now let’s keep it short and simple. I’m from an area of land classified as the bush. I know the outback sounds a lot cooler and guess what that was where Milto was from. The coolness is not all what it is cracked up to be. I liked the bush where I was from. It had all the eucalyptus leaves I could imagine. It was peaceful, calm, relaxing and trust me the perfect place for a good nap. Quite frankly that is all I have ever cared about (family is a given people, shame on yous) until I met Milto. 

I met Milto one arvo and from there on my life was changed. I had never seen a monitor lizard before, but I knew his fresh flesh was not supposed to be exposed like it was. In my bush my family was quite large so we came to his aid to help and due to my large family it was a while before I got to introduce myself to my soon to be new best friend. He went on to share with me his journey to the bush we currently lied down under. His outback was ravaged by fire. It all happened in a blur. One moment Milto was running away, the next engulfed by the flames. Only a moment later to be left alone burning alive on barren land with the flames moving swiftly away. For all he could see on the horizon was charred ground, trees, and bodies alike. The scene he described was horrific and he warned that the flames would find us too. This my family did not believe, but I was worried. Milto had spent two weeks fighting to survive until he met my family and I in the bush. For weeks Milto spent lots of time doing close to nothing to recover kind of like me minus the injuries to recover from. We would go on to spend lots of time together getting to know each other. Sharing stories, thoughts, laughs, and everything in between. It was a good time indeed until the day Milto warned us about came.

The flames Milto described came marching in unexpected. Nothing in its path could stop it. We were at its mercy run or be killed. For Milto this was his second time meeting the flame. For me it was my first and I showed it. Trembling with fear as I began to flee, I could hear and see family members being engulfed by the flames. I wanted to help, but Milto assured me there was nothing we could do for them. Little did I know there was little we could do for ourselves. The flames would engulf Milto and I. Burning Milto and I to death. In this moment I thought it was over, but I felt hands wrap around me and pull me out of the flames. 

I was rescued by some nice humans. Six other members of my family were rescued, my parents are rumored to be dead along with Milto. For weeks I have been suffering through a survivor’s guilt will yous say. Milto once mentioned something humans do called blogging. A way of connecting with more than just the people around yous. Apparently there is a lot of yous out there. Talk to yous more another arvo. For now goodbye.

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