Hi, it’s Green, not so greyt news from Grey over in Oz, as it seems to be stuck in a boomerang circuit over Boomerang Beach. But Angry has thought up a cunning plan (Blackadder), so hopefully that’ll work, and they will be able to continue on their merry way. Here’s hoping! And here’s the last couple of Werewolf of Oz blogs:
I was getting sick of the sight of Boomerang Beach and Green Point by the twenty-ninth return journey, and told Cathy I was losing hope. She said, ‘That’s not the spirit.’ That was the lift I needed; mentally I might add, as I certainly didn’t need more physical lifting!
Angry Acts to our Advantage
After Cathy had raised my spirit, I wondered if Angry might have a solution to our situation, as he’d been using his mind well recently. So I asked him if he could think of any way out of our repetitive return rebounding.
He thought for a few minutes, before suggesting we’d been playing into the boomerang’s hands; or wings to be more precise.
As we listened attentively through the whistling wind, Angry explained his rationale: it was because the four of us had been keeping to a straight two-two formation, and this kept the boomerang on its intended trajectory.
Come Elle or Eye Water
Angry suggested that Elle might be the key to changing our course, as she’d been using her body well recently. If she pulled in one direction, and we kept an eye on her, whether they were watery or not, then we could all lean over to one side, and that would hopefully release us from our eternal boomeranging.
You know what, it didn’t sound nonsense at all, and I had high hopes that it would ground us. We agreed to attempt it on our next journey north.
Although we were travelling by sea, it didn’t mean we missed out on seeing mammals. Why, while passing Wommara Avenue we saw a wombat hitch-hiking to the Masai Mara; and on Kalaroo Road we saw a kangaroo either side of LA.
We stopped for a wash at the Corrie Island Nature Reserve, as it was overflowing with soap, and there were lots of spare brushes on the nearby Mungo Brush road.
We dried off under the whopper wind at the Wind Woppa Reserve.
Boomerang Wastes the Green Day
Feeling refreshed, we ate up the nautical miles at a good rate of knots in the afternoon, and a few hours later reached Boomerang Beach. That’s when the day started going downhill; or to be more accurate, around and around. Because once we stepped onto the beach we were thrown up into the air, and spun around at great speed over Elizabeth Beach and The Lakes Way.
I thought, at least we’re heading north; maybe it’s a stroke of good fortune. I saw Green Point ahead, and thought it might be a sign; maybe we’ll land on a nice patch of green when we reach it.
But I hadn’t taken the Boomerang part of the beach’s name into consideration. Because the next moment, the return movement seemed to kick in over the Booti Booti National Park, and we just about reached Green Point before being spun south again.
Before we knew it, we were returning to Boomerang Beach; and as soon as we touched the ground we were thrown back into the air for another circuit!