The next person they spied was a Bandicoot carrying a watermelon.  At a first glance you would have thought it was merely a watermelon walking by itself, but a second glance would have shown you that the walking was being done by a small pair of legs attached to the watermelon, and a third glance would have disclosed that the legs were attached to a Bandicoot.

They shouted, “Hi, you with the melon!” to attract his attention, and set off running after him, and the Bandicoot, being naturally of a terrified disposition, ran for all he was worth.  He wasn’t worth much as a runner, owing to the weight of the watermelon, and they caught him up half-way across the field.

Conceiving that his hour had come, the Bandicoot gave a shrill squeak of terror and fell on his knees.

“Take me watermelon,” he gasped, “but spare me life.”

“Stuff an’ nonsense,” said Bill.  “We don’t want your life.  What we want is some information.  Have you seen a singed possum about this morning?”

“Singed possums, sir, yes sir, certainly sir,” gasped the Bandicoot, trembling violently.

“What, exclaimed Bill, “Do yer mean to say you have seen a singed possum?”

“Singed possums, sir, yes sir,” gulped the Bandicoot.  “Very plentiful, sir, this time of the year, sir, owing to the bush fires, sir.”

“Rubbish,” roared Bill.  “I don’t believe he’s seen a singed possum at all.”

“No, sir,” quavered the Bandicoot.  “Certainly not, sir.  Wouldn’t think of seeing singed possums if there was any objection, sir.”

“You’re a poltroon,” shouted Bill.  “You’re a slaverin’, quaverin’, melon-carryin’ nincompoop.  There’s no more chance of getting information out of you than out of a terrified Turnip.”

Leaving the Bandicoot to pursue his quavering, melon-humping existence, they set off again, Bill giving way to some very despondent expressions.

“As far as I can see,” he said, “if we can’t find somethin’ better than stone-deaf hedgehogs, peevish parrots and funkin’ bandicoots we may as well give way to despair.”

Bunyip Bluegum was forced to exert his finest oratory to inspire them to another frame of mind.  “Let it never be said,” he exclaimed, “that the unconquerable hearts of puddin’-owners quailed before a parrot, a hedgehog, or a bandicoot.

“Let hedgehogs deaf go delve and dig,
  Immune from loudest howl,
Let bandicoots lump melons big,
  Let peevish parrots prowl.

“Shall puddin’-owners bow the head
  At such affronts as these? 
No, no!  March on, by anger led,
  Our Puddin’ to release.

“Let courage high resolve inflame
  Our captive Pud to free;
Our banner wave, our words proclaim
  We march to victory!”

“Bravely sung,” exclaimed Bill, grasping Bunyip Bluegum by the hand, and they proceeded with expressions of the greatest courage and determination.