There is growing concern about the mental health of a Little Darwin inmate after an exasperating episode involving the disappearance of his smelly thongs . After a day and a half of searching high and low ,much cursing along the way , he could not find the footwear, usually left on the back verandah when not used.
It got to the stage that he blamed the above Cockatoos , furtively eating palm nuts in the backyard , for flying off with the thongs . He had chased them away several times because he thought they were also eyeing off the nearby mandarin tree , in protective netting , for a raid on the fruit .
He was convinced they had obviously extracted revenge by stealing the thongs and lodging them high up in the mountains with Big Foot .
Completely flummoxed , doubting his marbles , our man sat down and retraced his thong clad footsteps . When could he last remember wearing them ?
A letter wrongly delivered to his residence came to mind . It was for a neighbour, so he had taken it to her , dodging the guard dogs . Returning home, for some strange reason , he recalled he had walked along the concrete gutter.
The penny dropped ...had he left the thongs at the neighbour's place ?
Once more braving the guard dogs, he retraced his footsteps - wearing sandals- and there were the wretched thongs, neatly outside the front door . They had been taken off when going inside to deliver the letter . Emerging barefooted, he had made it home like a forgetful tenderfoot .
No apology to the Cockies is pending as he is convinced they still plan to strip the mandarin tree like they did to one down the road.
