After saving 
thousands of  Australian   birds over several decades , a German
wildlife  carer  , only identified  as the Queen of the Jungle
, had to  go into hospital  in Townsville  for a much needed operation on  her 
knee and  a large  dose of royal jelly .  As  part of her 
recovery, which will involve physiotherapy, she was informed  that 
her king- sized  waterbed  
would  have  to 
be  replaced  with one  that would  be  more conducive to throwing  her  leg out  of  
bed  when  she  comes home  .
With the Queen in hospital , three of  her 
serfs ,one of them mechanically minded 
and well equipped with power tools, who could easily  build  a castle  drawbridge if  given  a  royal command ,  gathered at 
the  royal  residence . The main task, of course, was
to  drain 
the water out of the Australian built bladder , the contents  having   fomented like an  amoeba  
for  three decades. The   mechanically 
minded  one , Ron, came armed with
a long length of flexible hose  which was
to be attached to the  waterbed  plug, the water then ,in theory, would  run
freely out through the  louvres  from whence the flyscreen had been removed .
Problem  . Not only was the plug  on top hard to
unscrew , the hose was obviously much bigger  than it should be and  could not be inserted inside .
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Unable to tug his forelock  due to lack of hair on top, but plenty below,  noted Asian bamboo flute player ,  Mike ,   whose quick  thinking  helped  prevent  a biblical  flood in  North  Queensland . | 
 Another humble
  bedchamber attendant ,  Mike , bent 
down  to read the tiny printed
instructions at  the  foot of  the bed and felt a painful twinge in
a knee on which he  had  had a  cartilage   operation. The stiff plug   was 
removed , but it  was soon realised that the bed  had been overfilled, contrary to instructions
, and   the  contents started  to well up and run 
onto  the floor.  The rotten  plug would not  fit  back in to stop the flow . Towels  were grabbed . Cyclop’s eye watering,  he dashed outside and  got a length of wire  which  was 
inserted down  the  plug hole  and hooked under  the bladder  top and  lifted, causing  the flow to cease.  Phew !!!   He felt like a certain  famous  little  Dutch  boy
who prevented a disaster.   
With
at  least two  Syd Harbs 
content of  water , the Queen’s
bedroom could have been turned into a White Pointer shark tank .  Ron  had
 sprinted  away  and  came
back with   an ordinary  hose  to
 poke  inside.  A man of extreme bravery ,he then sucked
on the end of  the hose  to get  the 
water running .     However
, Cyclops was  still standing  there 
pulling  on the  wire hook, as  the water insisted on running   out  again 
through the bung   hole if  the wire  was  lowered .  More  intelligent
than he , Mike  said he had a bright
idea, dashed away  and came back with a
length of bamboo ,   which was   run from  a nearby  
windowsill to the  bed frame and  the  piece of  wire  wrapped
about it   to take the strain off  Cyclops  , standing  there  like  a hunched  Atlas  .  
| Bamboo support, jockstraps later. | 
There  was
a     good  flow of water but it was obvious that it 
would take many hours to drain the contents. 
  The  bed  was  left
 for  the  tide
 to go  out  and
the  three  departed .   Some   hours  later , it was  still running  but the   waterbed  had  not deflated by  much . 
Cyclops  went
back  an hour or so  later  
to check and  was greeted
with    a  dramatic  scene  like   the stranding  of  a   minke  whale. Somehow ,in  a herculean effort, Ron, on his own,   had 
rolled the waterbed  back from the
head  down into a mountain of  brown  blubber
near   the   foot 
of  the  frame,which refused  to budge  .  He  was 
grunting  and  groaning , his face blood-red . Joining  in  the  wrestle
, Cyclops muttered  rude remarks about royalty in general, the Germanic brand in particular , said  he
could feel a    double hernia coming on ,
and told Ron, who recently  nearly  died in hospital, to  take  things
 easy . The monstrous , heavy
bladder  was  man-handled 
out of the wooden frame , dragged out 
of the bedchamber  across the floor
to the back door and  pushed  outside, still  weighing  a  ton , still 
spewing  water .
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Ron triumphant over  bladder , 
declared Lord Chamberlain.   | 
 The following  day, Cyclops and  Mike  returned and  the 
crumpled  bladder  was  still 
discharging  a  slow stream . Ron  had gone into Townsville with his bicycle to participate in an annual cyclone education  event . After all the heaving  of the waterbed the day before , it was  a wonder that he could sit  on the  bicycle's  seat without feeling a twinge of pain  in the nether region. 
Pulled  about 
to increase flow , the unwieldy waterbed  still  seemed  inexplicably 
  heavy . As mentioned , Mike  is  more intelligent and logical –lets face it , anybody
who  keeps several lengths of  bamboo   handy   for  assorted
 emergencies  has  to
be a lateral thinker, or a Greenie. Why wasn’t the water  flowing out 
faster, he asked, and bravely  thrust
an  exploratory digit   in  the bung hole .  
There seemed  to  be  some cloth blocking  the outflow , was  his  verdict 
.  Cyclops , a bit wary about
sticking his finger  into   apertures , especially in death adder
territory , inserted an  index . And yes
, there  was  a large  white 
apparent  blockage .  Searching  through the  Queen’s cutlery  ,  a sharp knife  -Wilkinson Sword - was   found and  plunged  into  the  very heart of  the  man- killing  waterbed  bladder. The subsequent autopsy revealed two large,  white baffles, designed to prevent  water from  pounding  against  the  sides of  the  waterbed, all  laden  with   water. 
  Yanked
 out  by hand , they  were 
heavy , and left  to drain and  dry out  in
the sun . Then the new mattress was  inserted; in the process , Cyclops scraped his hand on  the frame and  claret that ran out  , due to blood thinning   medication, narrowly missed spilling  onto the  white  cover . The  bed was  made up with the help of a chamber maid , ready for the return of  her majesty
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| Basket squatter. | 
While the final touches were being made to the boudoir , one of Queen’s bird friends , a Blue-winged Kookaburra, flew into the verandah and squatted on a basket of washing which had been done for the shuffling monarch . It posed for photographs and refused to budge , even when the basket was tipped . Eventually it took flight.
Each day we post a hospital bulletin with information  about the Queen’s  condition  for the   40 or more  Curlews  who  gather at her  gate  along with  vast numbers of  Lorikeets, bands of Cockatoos , assorted Plovers ,Crows, Galahs, Friar Birds  . Loyal Curlews  are  shown below  waiting  for  the  latest  bulletin .  
Another serf , Stuart ,  was  given the great honour and immense responsibility  to  feed the birds , morning and afternoon , during the Queen's incapacitation and  will undoubtedly be  made   an Earl,  Duke  or  Keeper of  the  Royal Swans on  her  return. Often  he is seen drinking  coffee near a  liquor shop and says he would not  mind  being  made  Keeper of  the   Cinque  Ports (wink, wink ).
 
FOOTNOTE : The large white  baffles were placed near  wheelie  bins to  be  taken to the dump. A woman out walking  her  dog, Bruce , spotted  the baffles and  asked if she could have them  as  she works in antique glass, presumably  leadlights  , and  the material  would  be ideal  for  wrapping.  Ron delivered them  in  his  ute .
