It just shows that nothing is ever straight-forward. Not even bunyips.

After being woken at 3am to the sound of a howling cat (or possibly a hunting bunyip – you never know in rural Australia), I was bleary-eyed and irritable. To divest myself of this cloak of darkness, I decided to go for a walk.

As soon as the sunlight brushed the treetops, I was pounding the pavement. Well, actually, I was dragging my feet along the track-side in the mounds of eucalypt bark, listening to the satisfying crunch underfoot.

I was alone and enjoying the simple beauty of the warm morning. So busy was I, that I almost walked into the most enormous snake I had ever seen. Everything inside was screaming at me to run, but my legs wouldn’t obey.

I stood staring at the thing, sweat pouring off my body for about half an hour. Surely my family would come looking? But half an hour turned into an hour. Then two. If I didn’t get home soon, I’d be late for work and school dropoff.

The snake and I were frozen, waiting for one of us to make the first move.

Relief came in the form of a man on a bike, with a long grey beard that trailed like smoke behind him.

“You ‘right? Look like you saw a ghost.”


“Snake? Crikey! You been bitten?”

I shook my head and pointed. “There.”

He approached the thing as I gurgled a warning. Then, after a brief hesitation,  he picked the thing up.

“Lady, you just get yourself home. Ain’t nothing but a piece of old piping.” He offered it to me as proof, but I declined.

He tied the pipe to the back of his bike, heroically shook my hand without laughing and sent me on my way.

I made it back home to find my husband and daughter just starting breakfast.

“How come you didn’t come find me?” I said.

“Why would we?”

“I was gone for ages.”

“Only twenty minutes, love. Thought it was best to leave you be.”

As I toddled off in search of coffee, I realised that’s what happens in rural Australia. Magic bunyips who ride enchanted bikes morph into wizards, turn snakes into piping, and then take you back in time a few hours so you don’t run late.

Yep, that’s absolutely what happened.






4 thoughts on “It just shows that nothing is ever straight-forward. Not even bunyips.

  1. Meg, what is a bunyip? And just in case you were wondering, I am reading every post I get and loving them but for some dang reason I can’t seem to “like” your posts and I am too stupid to know how to fix it. But I love your writing and am happy everytime I get one on my email!

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    1. Aw shucks! Thank you so much – I love that you are enjoying them. Thank you so much for your feedback.
      A bunyip is a mythical Australian creature that loves to hang around billabongs (still water ponds). It is cloaked in mystery and very few people admit to seeing one – sort of like Big Foot. Is he a myth or a real creature – who knows?!
      There’s a kids book I read (about a million times) many years ago called “The Bunyip of Berkeley’s Creek” and it has some good illustrations of what one might look like.
      Thank you again for your comment. If I was smart enough to put in an emoji, I’d put in a blushing one, a love heart and a smiley face.


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