Dingo, my brother

Kim Kibily: “My grandmother took me to Roebuck Plains. That’s where I grew up. I grow up there, got more bigger. My mum grabbed a dingo when it was a pup. We grow up together. He’s like a brother to me. Djumadke. That’s his name. The dingo got big, I couldn’t go near him…
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Tell im get used to me, smell my foot first. My mum would say; right, let im get used to you. Smell the foot first. Go near. He like a brother. I went hunting for Goanna. For Goanna. I had a lot of goanna blood all over me, when I came back from hunting, cut the goanna down there, then I go see im, Djumadke, my brother. I go see im, he lick me, he smell me, but the goanna. I have this mark here. He thought I was a goanna. Because I had lot of blood of goanna, all over my body. He bit me here. Bit me right here. All I see is blackness. Mum bin give ‘im hiding, hiding, hiding that dingo, tell im to go, you go now. You never come back. You bite your own brother, she told im, that dingo. He went away. Sun went dropped that far. I’m sleeping my own bed. We can hear im howling in the dark, the dingo, Djumadke, howling in the dark. And I sing out for mum. Say, I feel sorry, sorry. I told im; Just call im. Call for im. Djumadke! He bin run from the dark, he pass my mother and father, and he jumped onto my bed. And he licked this. Him lick it lick it lick it. He said I’m sorry brother.
He loved him.
Dingo’s, they got brains, man. He says I’m sorry brother. Sorry bro. I didn’t sleep in my bed. I leddim sleep with me.
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They are pets, in the bush. They look after aboriginal people. They don’t eat them. Cause aboriginal people share food. When they kill kangaroos and emus and whatever, they pass it and they share. That’s why they kind. Dingo they not dangerous. You look after them, they look after you. You grow them up. If you grow up dingo by yourself. Dingo, they got scent. That got strongest scent of dogs. If Goanna, they don’t go for old track. They find fresh track. They tell my mother, pull up! Pull up! They not really wild animals. They are kind.