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Mr Sbeghen's good friend George Robinson was a taxidermist for 50 years and said the collection was one of the largest and most diverse of its kind in Australia. Now retired, the Ipswich local still helps maintain the animals and said he never knows what his mate will bring to his door. Mr Sbeghen is not alone in his passion for accumulation — from traditional items like stamps and coins to modern-day obsessions like Ooshies or Little Stop — humans love collecting.
Psychology professor Tony Machin, from the University of Southern Queensland, said the motivations behind collecting varied. Mr Sbeghen said he realised his hobby was an unusual one but it was something he would never give up. Topics: human-interest , people , animals , rosewood , brisbane , qld , australia. Contact Anna Hartley. More stories from Queensland. If you have inside knowledge of a topic in the news, contact the ABC. ABC teams share the story behind the story and insights into the making of digital, TV and radio content.
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I am the wisest creature of the forest, yet you do not choose to tarry long enough to get some useful information. Do you still desire an education, or have you changed your mind?
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I want to make my mother and everybody else happy. I am a wise prophet, and I will see that your wishes are fulfilled. Be sure to hide yourself, for sometimes I fly about while asleep. In that case perhaps I might eat you without knowing it. To-morrow at dawn, follow the path that leads to the brook. Then turn to your right. If you should  turn to your left, you would soon find yourself in Big Bear City. Keep your eyes wide open, and when you least expect it, you will be taught the lesson of patience.
She probably can show you the way to Squirreltown, for she knows all about geography. But, ere you reach home, you will have two dreadful encounters. A four-legged giant with hundreds of darts will rush upon you when you least expect it. Do not be frightened. Be calm and cautious. Lie close to the ground so that his darts will pass above you, should he throw them at you. Seize one of his darts, jab him; he will then run away.
Another giant, a big black one, will try to hurt you. However, you will be protected. Do as I command, or you will never get back home. He is stopping at the Beech Tree Inn. If you will stay a while longer I will sing. I have a most beautiful voice. I can sing twice as loud as a village of sparrows. The little red squirrel did not insist upon hearing the owl prophet sing, for that would have been bad manners.
With a polite goodnight, he scurried down the tree to a clump of hazel bushes, where he hid himself as securely as possible. He slept very little, for he feared that the wise owl might fly about in his sleep and possibly devour him. The sunbeams shine through the boughs of the trees and the winds rustle gently.
The dewdrops glitter on the grass. The brook bounds joyously along. The birds sing gaily and the little animals of the wood come forth to listen to the sweet music. The wild flowers open their pretty cups. Now the forest is ringing with glad shouts and songs. The sunbeams are growing brighter. The winds are dying down and the dewdrops are passing away. The brook is bounding along more joyously. The birds are singing more gaily.
The little animals are running hither and thither. The flowers are spreading their pretty cups wide open to catch the sunlight. At last Tiny is waking. When Tiny awoke from his slumbers in the hazel brush, he scampered down to the edge of the brook, washed his face, and combed out his long, bushy tail. Then he began to call for Chatty, but no answer came.
He finally decided to start alone. He remembered to take the path leading to the right as the owl had directed him. For a long time he sauntered along, admiring the elder, oak, and buckeye trees, and occasionally he darted his piercing gaze at some low-hanging black haw or pawpaw bush, fearing some animal might attack him. At last he came to a sandy plain, where he sat down to rest in the sunshine. Not far away he saw a city.
Its streets were filled with busy inhabitants. Hundreds of them were hurrying to and fro, working with all their energy. Many little workers were erecting buildings.
To lift a single grain of sand each was toiling with all his might. They did not stop to rest or to visit, but kept working, working, working. Tiny thought it would take them a long time to build houses from grains of sand. While the architects were busy building new homes, some soldiers in shiny, red clothes moved about as if they were giving orders to the workers. A crowd of watchmen stood at the gates of the city, ready to give warning at the approach of an enemy.
Not one of the little creatures was alarmed by  the squirrel. They heeded him no more than Tiny did the tree beneath which he was crouching. He drew nearer and saw that there were many little rooms near the surface of the city and that below them was a great public dining-room and storeroom. Evidently they all ate their meals together.
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