On Walkabout A 5 minute story by Charles Roberts

       Note:- Best read with an Aussie accent.

          ‘G’day mate.’

          ‘G’day Bruce.’

          ‘Did ya hear about Bluey?’

          ‘Last I heard about him was that he went up country on a walkabout.’

          ‘’At’s right, he did.  But did ya hear what happened to him?’

          ‘No mate!  How’s he doing?’

          ‘He was on walkabout in the outback and got bit by a snake.’

          ‘Oh hell no,’

          ‘So he sat down to suck the poison out and was bit on the backside by a spider.’

           ‘Hell that’s tough luck that is.’

          ‘So he drops his trousers and gets his Sheila to suck the poison out.’

          ‘Bloody hell mate, he’s lucky to have a Sheila who’d do something like that.’

          ‘Along come a black fella and together they get him in the back of the ute. And she drives like a mad man for the nearest farm stead to call for the flying doctor.’

          ‘She must be one in a million to do that for Bluey, cause he’s not easy to get on with.’

          ‘Well as she’s speeding along, they forgot to put the back up and poor old Bluey slides off the back of the ute, and into the path of a bloody road train.’

          ‘That’s bloody tough luck mate.’

          ‘Well the road train runs over poor old Bluey.  But his Sheila and the black fella pick him up and put him back on the ute, this time putting the back up, and race to the nearest farm.  They call the flying doctor, and the farmer’s wife and Bluey’s Sheila are fighting to keep Bluey alive till the plane could arrive.’

          ‘Bloody hell mate!  Did they manage it?’

          ‘They did and when the flying doc arrived they loaded old Bluey in and took off for the nearest hospital.’

          ‘So Bluey’s gonna be all right is he?’

          ‘Struth Bruce no.  He died three days later of a heart attack.’