Freda looked at the dying corpse of the bird. She had no what it was doing in the compost heap out the back of the Woop Woop Hotel, but she knew one thing for sure. This dead bird was foul. it stank, and needed to be buried somewhere very very deep.

She popped her head inside the pub and called out "Micca"!!

Micca came out, shovel in hand. Together they dug a very, very deep hole, a hole so deep that no echo called back when Freda shouted "cooee" down its murky depths.

Micca and Freda used the shovel to send that rotting old creature down to its just reward - rubber codpiece, fluffy lavender bedsocks, neuroses and all.

Then they went inside, sat down, had a drink and listened to a bunch of aussie folkies singing ...