~On the third day of Christmas, Australia gave to me~

"Listen up, Mattie, this is important. No matter what happens, jus' keep runnin', okay?"

Matthew raised an eyebrow. "It's just the beach, Robbo. What exactly would I be running from?"

"I didn't say you were runnin' from anythin' now did I? Just keep runnin', don't stop 'til you reach the water." Robbo pulled off his shirt and slipped off his thongs, before dashing off madly, racing across the grass and then the sand, before splashing into the shallow waves.

"Like that!" He called back, grinning in what was probably meant to be an encouraging manner, but in reality he looked a little insane. Matthew removed his own shirt and shoes, as well as his glasses, before deliberately beginning to walk down the slope towards the water.

Something akin to a look of horror appeared on Robbo's face. "Mate! What part of 'run' don't ya get? I'm bein' serious!" When Matthew's pace didn't change, Robbo changed tactics. "So help me Mattie, if you don't start runnin' right now I'll dak ya!"

Matthew paused just short of the grassy patch. "'Dak'?"

Robbo pretended to grab the bottom edge of his shorts and mimed pulling down. Matthew's eyes grew wide.

"You wouldn't."

Robbo's only answer was a wicked grin.

"Of course you would. What on earth is so important about running?"

"I'll tell ya after ya do it."

Matthew sighed. Sometimes Robbo could be as impossible as Alfred. Knowing he wouldn't get an answer unless he did as he was told, he began to race towards the water.

As soon as his feet hit the burning sand, he understood why Robbo had told him to. Within a few seconds he stood knee-deep in the waves next to the island nation, relieved to have the cool water soothing his feet. Robbo clapped him on the back, a wide grin on his face.

"Good work, Mattie! 'D'ja miss all the bindiis too?"

"… 'Bindi-eyes'?"

"Yeah, mate, prickles? In the grass back there, you'd know 'f ya had one'a those buggers stuck in ya foot, trust me." Robbo still seemed to be under the impression that he was being encouraging.

"But… then why did you have me run across there?"

"'F ya run, they don't stick! Dunno why, just don't."

Matthew decided he was going to wear shoes everywhere from now on.

~Three platypuses~

~Two pink galahs~

~And a kookaburra up a gum tree~

Author's Note: I do remember being told this about bindiis as a child, but I don't know if's actually the case. Seriously, don't walk barefoot on any unfamiliar grass in Australia XD