They'd been driving for two days and Magenta's bum was hurting. being stuck in this car was better than a poke in the eye with a burnt stick, but, Magenta was getting restless. Hilda and she had had two days of jabbering on - they had talked about every possible moment in time each had ever experienced. The sun was blindingly hot overhead, the wind and red dust had turned their hair a glorious shade of auburn. Ahead on the horizon, they could see a shimmering light brown mass of dust - a township ahead!


as they hurtled closer, they came to a wonky, peeling old road sign on the side of the road. It pointed straight ahead and said:

WOOP WOOP.

Hilda grinned. time to get the toes dancing, the blood boiling. Thjey were hitting the pub, checking out the scene.