I turned instantly to the source of the voice. A small kangaroo awaited, staring at me intently. I was shocked, immensely confused, and terrified. She waited patiently for me to regain my composure.
"Uh me?" I stuttered.
"Who else, mate?" she replied.
The kangaroo was talking to me. It was kind of odd because kangaroos usually do not talk, but I accepted it because kangaroos look a lot like humans, in my opinion. It all became kind of natural eventually, and Sheryl and I still meet every once in a while for games of hopscotch.