Maybe some kind soul could suggest that GWB take a quiet evening stroll along the mudflats down at Westernport, and the Bunyip Too-Roo-Dun could slither up behind him and gobble him up. According to researcher/singer-songwriter John Warner:

"His measurements are monstrous and a dreadful tale they make,
His head is like an emu, his body like a snake,
His carcass thick as several trees, his teeth just like a shark,
A frightful apparition to see gliding through the dark.
And up among the Anderson, or so the locals say,
You can see his ribmarks graven on the mudflats on the bay.
When herds of champion Herefords mysteriously have gone,
The rumour says they've vanished down the throat of Too-Roo-Dun."

But, alas, GWB might be too much for Too-Roo-Dun to stomack.

Charley Noble