The T-Team With Mr B (2)
Mr. B poked his head through the window. ‘What? You’re not going to take any photos, David?’
‘No, my camera’s not working,’ Dad replied.
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‘What about the boy, Friedrich?’ Nathan asked.
Amie shrugged. ‘He belongs here.’
‘With that nut you call Boris?’
Joseph looked Walter up and down. ‘Are you sure he’s not Boris?’
‘I’m not!’ Walter pouted. ‘I told you when I first saw you two back there, Boris impersonated me. The creep!’
STORY BEHIND THE PAINTING (3)
After catching the sun’s rays spreading over the mountains, we ate our muesli breakfast admiring the view…until the others in our party made an appearance.
Let’s just say that for some members, the novelty of early starts had worn off.
Rapid Disintegration
Dr Zwar with the Biar family watched on while Boris swallowed. Zwar imagined the pure bliss sliding down Boris’ throat. Or perhaps, not so pure bliss; the added extras, namely Borax, that had been included in this cream recipe. They stared at him like an audience of one of those foody shows he’d seen on a visit to Earth. He’d gone there with Boris to select the Mercedes.
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Mr. B appeared in my photo to be keeling over, such was the slope of his street. Little did I know how prophetic that photo would be of Mr. B’s adaption to the ways of the bush.
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Nathan and Walter stumbled over the button grass and loose rocks.
‘I told you he wouldn’t wait,’ Walter said.
‘No, mate,’ Nathan said, ‘I told you. The boy couldn’t get away fast enough.’
‘No wonder, you probably scared him off.’
Story Behind the Painting(s)
The ‘morning after’ progressed from warm to sweltering and with each minute, energy drained from my recovering limbs that were lumps jelly. I plodded through the simple tasks of packing and eating breakfast.
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