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Searching for Survivors after the Battle of Bri’s Bane

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Border Collie

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I rose into a mix of joy and relief; sadness and loss. Many had given their lives on Greenslopes. I was relieved that Angry, Cathy and Elle quickly joined me, and to see they were all in good health. Aussie and Digger soon turned up as well, and were looking swell; Aus said it had only received a flesh wound. Then Vombat the Wombat pushed its way through the crowd, with a relieved look on its face. I could see Brian and Emily with the chinchilla survivors, but where were the Collie twins?

Searching for the Collie Twins

I asked the others if they’d seen the Collies. Digger said they’d been fighting heroically the last time it’d seen them, which was near the end of the battle. None of them had seen the Collies at the end of the battle. I started walking down the hill, looking through the bodies, dreading finding the Collies in a bad state.

A cascade of cheers rolled down from the top of the hill. I looked behind me and was filled with relief: the Collie twins were alive and well, and being carried along by a crowd of chinchillas. I rushed up the hill to them, and saw they were all eating buns.

I made my way through the munching mass, and asked the twins where they’d been. Ollie was too busy bun-munching above the bunch to hear; but Colin said that when the fighting finished they noticed a rich bun seam had been exposed by all the disruption, so they’d straightaway started bun-mining to feed the hungry survivors. Colin handed me a freshly mined rough-cut bun.

I laughed and thanked him, before biting into a bun that tasted just as delicious as those I’d eaten in Bunbury.

As I savoured the taste, and memories of Ozyssey evoked, I thought how Bunbury and Bri’s bane were on different sides of Oz, but would be quite close together in a dictionary. I thought there must be a lesson there somewhere, but was too busy bun-munching to brainwave.

Perishers Adopt Angry’s Dog

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Old English Sheepdog-Nana

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The bush telly was sparked into new life by Marlon’s buggy, and the veg broth was cooking nicely again.

Angry’s Dog Gets the Boot

The next thing, Angry’s dog ran over to Boot, and they took to each other just like Grizzly Bear Adams and Ben.

They seemed inseparable in no time, so I felt sorry for them when Marlon said they’d have to get off, as it was getting dark.

Angry’s Dog Finds a New Family

But then Angry said it looked like his dog had found a new home, and told the kids to look after it.

Angry’s dog looked like it had mixed emotions at this: sadness to be leaving us, but joy at continuing to be with its new friends.

Beware the Smiggin Holes

As they left, Marlon warned us to beware the Smiggin Holes if we were heading east, as there was some weird poo going on down there.

His warning sent a shiver down my spine, as that was the direction I could see the dust sandy road leading.

Perishers Prevent Perishing Cold in Perisher Valley

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The first strip from October 19, 1959.

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I awoke adrift in a snow drift.  As I came to terms with my consciousness, and remembered the events in Kerang-Kerrang, I could see there were awesome peaks all around us.  Climbing clear out of the hole I’d made I saw Cathy and Elle were kindling a fire, while Angry was building a snowman.

I helped Angry finish off the snowman, and then we joined Cathy and Elle as they cooked up some wild vegetable broth.  But we were running out of dead wood quickly, and didn’t know if we’d have enough to finish off the meal and keep ourselves warm.

I asked if anybody knew where we were, and Cathy said it was the Perisher Valley, in the Snowy Mountains of New South Wales.  We had crossed over the border from Victoria during the dream.

Perishers Peruse our Parky Party

Then a few cartoon characters wandered out of the nearby forest pushing a pram and pulling a wooden buggy.  They were heading our way.

We said howdy when they got near, and asked where they were heading.

The one pulling a buggy said they were on their annual holiday from the Daily Mirror‘s Perisher cartoon, and were making their way home to Crunge after getting kicked off the train again.

He introduced himself as Wellington, and the other humans as Maisie, Marlon and Baby Grumpling.  The Old English Sheepdog was called Boot.

Perishers Save Us From Perish the Thought

Maisie said that we looked cold, and I replied that I was okay because of my grey, but the others were feeling a little chilly, and we didn’t know if we’d be able to finish off cooking our meal.

Marlon thought for a minute, before offering us his buggy, saying it wasn’t one of his most genius contraptions, and anyway,  it had seen better days.

We were overwhelmed by his generosity, and thanked him profusely before quickly dismantling it and heaping it on the bush telly.

Outback Travellers Meet a Passer-by Under the Literary Nonsense Sky

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A Toot and a Snore in '74, the 1992 bootleg album

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The fabulous five outback travellers
were sitting on the grass dividers
after eating their fill of bubble and squeak,
when a practitioner of literary nonsense did unto them speak.

‘I can tell you all you need to know
if you’ll just open your door
I promise not to induce a snore
my presentation is not a bore
It’s guaranteed to make you say cor!
and my jokes will raise a haw-haw
It has not once started a war
or been considered against the law
All the donkeys have exclaimed e-oh
and most dogs have clapped at least one paw
The coldest ice maidens it did thaw
and even beavers stopped their gnaw
Once I told it on the sea-shore
and the waves kept coming back for more
So what do you think my travelling four
are you ready for my rock n’ roar?’

The passer-by looked at us
after ending the recital syllabus.

‘I said I thought they were mistaken,
because there was no door,
and we were five,
not four.’

The passer-by looked all shocked and awe,
before declaring me a talking door.

‘No,’ said I,
‘I’ve just eaten too much
bubble and squeak,
my body has now widened
and my fur resembles teak.’