According to the internet, some Bunyip’s have terrible reputations, but not Henry the Bunyip. He is a dear, sweet, lovable chap living in Bunyip with his family and friends; he loves hanging out at the Main Street bakery. Every day, he and the baker make bread, and Henry especially loves making yummy sticky buns, each oozing with a delicious caramel sauce and topped with cinnamon sugar.After the baker has baked all the bread and buns needed for the customers, he and Henry sit down for a well-deserved cup of tea and one of those sticky buns. Henry loves this time with the baker. Usually, the baker is too busy to chat, but now he sits in his favourite chair, pipe in hand, telling stories of Scotland.He talks about leaving Scotland in 1877 for a life in Australia. He settled in Prahran, and in 1903, he brought his wife Hannah and the children to the new railway town of Bunyip.Henry the Bunyip loves going on adventures with his friends. He is often seen riding his little blue bicycle down Main Street, delivering bread to Charlie's grain store. While at the grain store, he stops to pat Nell, the beautiful grey cat who is always curled up in her basket with one eye open, on the lookout for that cheeky little mouse. One day, Henry was sitting under the gum tree. Earlier that day, he had travelled to Tonimbuk just over the highway from Bunyip; Henry liked the bush. His friends Kylie Koala and William Wallaby were there. Henry had not seen them for a long time; Kylie was contented; the gum tree she sat in was precisely right, and she was a bit fussy about those delicious eucalyptus leaves. William had the longest eyelashes that anyone had ever seen; Henry asked him what the best thing about the long lashes was. William told him they came in very handy when the bush flies were annoying; Henry agreed that those flies could be a pest; he was always waving his paw in the air. Kylie suggested that Henry get a hat with corks, which sounds clever. Henry opened his Picnic basket, Sticky buns, and a thermos of tea. Yum. They all enjoyed the afternoon tea. In the distance, they heard chatter-like bird noises. Was it Xena the magpie or Kooka, the owl? Maybe they could join in the picnic, too. There were enough sticky buns to share, but they did not come any closer. They were having a meeting; Henry knew that Xena and Kooka were busy with the up-and-coming market, so they needed to work out how many sausages they required for the BBQ. Henry is fortunate to have many friends and delighted to be featured in a picture book highlighting his friendships. Later that day, Henry told his baby sister all about his adventures. Henrietta was only little, but she loved hearing about Henry's adventures. Henry the Bunyip is a lucky chap indeed.