Tree Kangaroo

I’ve found something else now. The old things still feel important, but I am distracted from them almost continuously. Let’s say that I am a tree kangaroo who has spent most of my life searching for lofty pastures of orchid shoots to eat. One day while out beyond the known territory, I find a waterfall accessible only by a tall tree growing against the cliff. I still need to eat every day, the orchid shoots have not been forgotten, but now all I can think about is bringing all of my kin to see this new, safe source of water.