The Indian Princesses meeting was very soon.  I needed a name:  adjective-noun.  I leafed through the onion pages of the dictionary with gold indented tabs  and saw a line drawing of a wombat.  I knew the wombat from my Book of Silly Lists.  It had a list of egg-laying mammals (platypus, echidna) and a list of animals with pockets (kangaroo, tasmanian devil, wallaby, wombat).

At the meeting, Mary took the name Fuzzy Bunny.  I said I wanted the name Fuzzy Wombat.  She glared at me.  I was embarrassed.  I had wanted to be furry, not fuzzy.  I would be

Furry Wombat.

The Wombat Burrow