On the morning of the third day the barn-door swung open, and forth came a kangaroo, with the sharpened carving knife in its paws.

It hopped across the yard and sat up, bold and erect, near the dog-kennel.

Bluey nearly broke his neck trying to get at it.

The kangaroo said: "Lay down, you useless hound!" and started across the cultivation!, heading for the grass-paddock in long, erratic jumps.

Half-way across the cultivation it spotted a mob of other kangaroos, and took a firmer grip of the carver.
Bluey howled and plunged until Mother came out to see what was the matter.