The bungalow at the edge of campus near the lake was not like the burrow Mrs. Catherine had lived in previously. Sure the bureaucracy had taken long enough to finally allow her to move in, and she had had to campaign quite hard. It was a quiet location far from the highway bypass, close to the cafeteria and of better caliber than all of the other bungalows. She imagined that she could be happy here, at least for as long as she could avoid any calamity like the bushfire that had chased her from her last home. She had never calculated that a move would be so exhausting and she collapsed in her bed. As she looked out of the window she saw a buoy in the water that she had never seen before. Suddenly a bunch of young children burst past her window buzzing with excitement.