you see a large, purple kangaroo with a crown on her head hopping her way towards you, having heard of you arrival. She looks down at you with a calm, motherly grin. She then sees you bow down to her and giggles in response no need to bow down to me, dear. Please, stand. you do as she says, standing back up as she leans down to you so you are the newcomer I’ve heard much about, hm? Well, it is still a delight to meet you regardless. Tell me, what is your name, dear little one?