From the Brain of Matty

king of birds (27.12.06 12:43 am)

Where am I going? Why, I'm off to hunt the cutty wren!

The world makes no sense in Australia. It's all wrong. If we were to hunt any cutty wrens it would have to be at the end of June. But to be honest, why would we want to? The Winter is so pleasant here - it's the time of cool and comfort, green grass and blue skies. I don't know what animal would signify the killing heat of Summer, but we should be hunting that on St Stephen's day, to signify the death of Summer and the turning of the seasons once more. The return to life, if you will.

Stupid upside-down place.

W�s �u h�l.

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