It was just the change of seasons, at the end of September, when Malurus got his new coat. Malurus was a proud little fellow, and he sang and sang about the wonderful coat, all blue all over.

Oh, pretty me! Pretty coat! I am so pretty! Blue, blue, blue!

If you listened to him singing, he was so happy that you'd never know it was one of those days where the clouds seem like they'll never ever let the sunlight through. Any minute now the sun would shine down and catch every new flower in its fresh light, and there are always LOTS of new flowers in September.

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