All's we wanted was to hunt some bloomin' pigs, but no one ever seems ta care about that do they?
So there I wuz on me property with m'dogs by my side - Bluey and Rustle. Great dogs them two are... loyal till death!
Anyway, so it comes around midday when things start gettin weird.
I could hear 'em before seein' em; the roos had been munching away at a stolen testosterone shipment for a while there. They were souped up now, and extra powerful.
"Bluey!" I shouted to me boy "Get over here you silly thing!"
But he didn't budge. Nor did Rustle - just sat and stared back in silence, tails tucked between their legs... scared or somethin'.
I was getting madder by the minute when a sudden move from behind them bushes caught my eye; it were only then that I saw those two red-eyed kangaroos sneerin' at me.
I was fuming mad now - who the hell did these roo-blokes think they were lookin' at?
"And what's it ta ya anyway?", I grunted
Another one sneered.
I couldn't help but scoff at 'em. "Looks like I found myself an enemy then," I laughed.
One spat at me.
And just like that, they vanished into thin air! Left me standing there stunned for seconds before I realized: my dogs!
They'd been stolen. By roos!
"You no-good thieving kangaroos!", I cried in rage.
"Where are you, Bluey? Rustle?" called me heartbroken voice. Not a single sound or movement came back at my callin’.
I searched high and low for them but they were nowhere to be found!
No way was I going down without fight now; those roos had taken away too much already!
So, the minute night started fallin', with nothing left ta lose, I put on my Predator facepaint and Rambo headband.
It took an hour to find the thieves. Disgusting Western Reds. Four of the buggers.
I fought like a man possessed. Punched and kicked each one in turn – not giving an inch!
Finally, I smashed every one of the pricks.
And I recovered me dogs.
Plus we caught a few hogs.
Shyeah.
