The Dingo at Mungo Brush

Rumble in my belly, starving for food at mungo brush. I was nervous, scared, afraid to receive food. The smell of bacon, eggs and sausages frying over the fire, filled the air. The juices bursting out over the flame. The deliciously divine aroma caught me by surprise. I can taste greasy bacon, scrambled eggs and sweet sausages on my tongue.
I can hear the kids laughing, the pitter patter of feet running across the waterfront. Their parents yell “brunch is ready!” I can see the kids excitedly sprinting towards the table with paper plates, knives and forks.
I can feel the sadness welling up inside me. The fear of hunger, knowing that the humans have taken all my food away, made me feel like I may as well be extinct.