“Welcome to my classroom, mates . .

“Welcome to my classroom, mates . . . err . . . students,” he said.
“Good evening Mister Teacher,” Pirate shouted. He was thrilled.
“This is the time of the day, when kookaburras sit in the tree tops and raise a wild chorus of rolling, raucous and crazy laughter,” Buddha explained. “Now, who of you students knows that distinct kookaburra laughter that sends a shiver down your spine if you happen to find yourself stuck in the bush at dusk and don’t know what on earth you are hearing?”