Scarab is fascinated by the federal police we see each week in King's Park. Last time we were there we saw a couple of them standing in the driveway of a property with the gate closed behind them.
"Oh look, haze!" cried Scarab, "There's the policemen. This must be where they live. Isn't that nice?!"
I was so taken aback by the wonder in her voice that I suggested we find a zookeeper and see if it was okay for us to feed them some peanuts.