Unfortunately, the scary sheila's Thump was from her wooden walking stick which she waved threateningly, so cowering on the ground I weakly pointed to the gorgeous Firefly's place. She stomped off, but leaving me still on the ground.
Fortunatly for Disco, he hadn't chocked the wheel of his Avan and it went hurtling down the hill, out of control and ran smack bang over the top of poor old Thumper, leaving her bruised and disheveled.
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Fortunately It was'' Our Wombats'' hole, and it caved in from the weight of the wizzbang. and our womby could not get out and so the grey nomads gathered around the wizzbang singing with Glee Led by that Master of Ceromonies ''Dougwe''
Unfortunately, not many of the GNs possessed good singing voices and there were two unexpected outcomes. Wombat dug deeper ino the earth but at the same time, the local school choir who were camping nearby came out in force to see what the ruckus was.
Neither Marj (Happy Wanderer)'s personal transport vehicle (Myrtle) nor her personal trainer (Katoot) were worth much in a crisis.
"Oh Wombat" cried Dougwe as he frantically dug through the collapsed wombat hole. "Mate, aw mate! I luvs ya mate"
Like all good movies, you can trust the cavalary, and with the honking of the horn on her little red car, over the hill came Beth, closely followed by the troop of men who like to help single women nomads park their rig !
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Fortunately his "beloved" being female and possessed of some common sense could see my distress and assisted me to rise. By now it was very late and I was keen to speak to the Master of Ceremonies Dougwe and plead for peace. He had difficulty hearing me as his attention was diverted to Wombat finally digging out of his hole and scaring the kids off.
Fortunately Beth was towing a small bobcat on a trailer. She jumped out and got the bobcat off and frantically started scooping the dirt away to find wombat. The men who were following told her they could scoop the dirt quicker than her, so on the next scoop, she tipped the dirt over them.
-- Edited by Beth54 on Wednesday 5th of December 2012 08:53:02 PM
Fortunately about this time a Happy Wanderer appeared down a mountain track singing Falda ree,faldaraa,my knapsack on my back.Seeing the plight of the poor Wombat the Happy Wanderer thought that she would use her personal transport vehicle to rescue said Wombat.Her Vehicle would not start.
fortunately who should happen along then but Kiwi, who said " stand back, i will dig him out with the long claws on my feet, but first i will give him some air by pushing my long nose down into his hole,and give him some mouth to mouth".
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Unfortunately, while Kiwi-as was giving mouth to mouth to Wombat, Dougwe was still traumatised, Beth was polishing the dirt off her little red car and Happy Wanderer was still singing!
Thankfully, grey nomads are a talented group and with a sprinkling of fairy dust and the sparkling of a star, and someone dragged Dougwe away for some counselling over a wee dram.
Firefly used her mobile to ring the vet but her wouldn't come without photos of the kiwi and the wombat, so someone just threw water on them.
The woman with the leftover pavlova finally got someone to eat it.
Jimricho wearing his carlton jumper, sprang into Beth's bobcat. The crowd roared. Beth sprang forward, but Extreme Potato (Monica) held her back.
"Hush girl, just act blonde for a minute. Its fine. Most of us been doing it for years."
Jimricho reved up the bobcat and dug wombat a wonderful burrow away from the track and the campsites. Beautiful work! Multi-roomed, with a viewing platform!
Ibbo took Marj (Happy Wanderer) by the hand. So involved in the beauty of her song, the other grey nomads followed...... " I love to go a wandering ......."
Like the Pied Piper of old, the grey nomads were led away, ......Marj still singing ......"Vale der eee, val der raaa"......and the procession made its way across to Ibbo's 5th-wheeler where happy hour began just a few hours late.
Fortunately wombat came too after being rescued to the joy of dougwe but not for toooolong as poor wombat crawlled backwards and fell into all dougwe's absolute crap, now bigw is sick. Howlong will he be sick for Briche yelled, to the reply of all at Greens Lake "NOT TOOOOLONG" we hope.
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Unfortunately, with all this kafuffel going on, Santa thought the best idea would be to fly over Womzone and visit other nomadic creatures who seem to be much better behaved.
Their stockings were filled with lumps of coal.
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Fortunately thanks to Sydneys exellent road system Santa's convoy finally made it to the Harbour Bridge,but for the first time in many years the bridge was in the up position to allow HMAS Melbourne to pass beneath it.Santa, taking advantage of the situation quickly set up a stall selling Black Pudding flavoured Vanilla Slices.
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Fortunately Santa had to pay a mining tax on the coal.He also hit a snag when delivering presents to the kids in Sydney that due to a curfew he could not fly after 11 pm.All is not lost though because CG is escorting MTM's semi loaded with Santa's sleigh and Reindeer..
Unfortunately, the Sydney Harbour Bridge is a single span bridge and does not open, so this, combined with the black pudding awakened my to the fact that this was a dream.
I opened my eyes, squinted, rubbed away the sleep.
I was still in Greens Lake............................................