'Can I take your picture?', I asked.
'Why, certainly!,' he responded in a chipper voice.
He was taller than your average koala and not up a tree which was interesting. Also he was wearing a suit. But what I found most interesting is - no tie. And yet his white shirt was buttoned to the top. Had he taken it off and put it in his pocket or did he have no intention at all of wearing one that evening?
I couldn't really ask him because I only know two sentences in koala. The one I used - and 'Have you fallen?'
Back to reality:
When I was nine we lived on the (then) outskirts of Sydney in the suburb of Wahroonga. Our place was on the edge of a gigantic national parkland. For a while we had a koala in one of the gum trees in our back yard. He didn't do much and was self sufficient with his leaves, eating, sleeping and tripping out - as they are want to do. Content is the word I would use to describe him. And maybe cute.
I didn't actually ever use the word cute until we moved to Tokyo a year later. In Tokyo the word cute- 'kawaii' - is used often, very often. Even I was called it. The cute ten year old white boy with his two kawaii brothers. Kawaiiiiii! Cute as a couple of koalas!