Bunyip crawled out from inside the old fig tree.
This is Paradise. Smell the wet earth and feel the wind wafting.
The sound waves of Bunyip’s whispers flew past the leaves of the stag horn fern. (SLOWED BOOMERANG NOISE) Pulling the spider web from her left claw and gently easing the long leggy spider to rest on a nearby buttress root, Bunyip spied the hygros (purple mushrooms) that she so dearly loved to eat. They were hiding down one side of the wiggly wall. So she picked one and stuffed it eagerly into her wide mouth. Making a walking stick from the linospadix palm to assist her in her day’s ramble, she paced the Glasshouse range looking for Lentis. This is a cinnamon brown mushroom with a depressed, furry cap, which looks like a cute little goblet. Only a bunyip can eat them for she has special, cosmic insides to neutralize their poison. She ambled down the mountainside muttering a mantra from a couple of millennia before:-
(CHANTING IN A MEDITATIVE WAY) Eumundinoosamaroochywallumbliblinambourmaloola... Eumundinoosamaroochywallumbliblinambourmaloola...
This particular refrain kept her centred on the planet. A rock face was redding out at her. The bunyip wandered along pondering the upcoming corroboree.
Having asked for the responsibility of being chairman, wombat now wants to step down.