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At the Catherine's top art gallery, the staff handed the little kangaroo into my arms. The eight-month-old kangaroo was not afraid of people, and looked around in my arms naughty, and grabbed my hair and pulled it up. The staff handed me the kangaroo and I disappeared. I took the kangaroo and walked to the open space outside the art gallery. There was a slightly larger kangaroo on the yard floor. The art gallery is a great place to visit, with the sun shining through the mottled light and shadows on the cascading leaves, sitting on a chair in the courtyard, and feeding the little kangaroos.