Armageddon had arrived , according to a dramatic telephone call received by Little Darwin . We were told to come quickly with a camera and capture the terrible scene . Our startled reporter was wearing droopy shorty pyjamas when he received this sensational news.
If this was indeed the end of the world , should he don sackcloth, quickly apologise for his many sins and seek forgiveness , apply a bit of quick self - flagellation with a whip , and hope not to be soon cast into the eternal fires of Hell ?
With no sackcloth on the premises , he slipped into shorts and an op shop T-shirt , galloped down the street , apprehensively wondering what horrific scenario would confront him .
The owner of a property explained she had arrived home late in the afternoon to discover a massive clump of dead palm fronds and nuts , housing a colony of Possums, had collapsed on part of her garden , almost completely burying a large , crazy , mixed up concrete Curlew statue , named Emu ,see disaster scene below . .
How come a Curlew is named Emu ? Easy. He was made by an artisan who also created imitation Easter Island statues , but got the colour wrong for a Curlew . The dark bird was instantly recognised as being more like an an Emu and named such .
Anyway, poor Emu, whose spindly legs are like those of a Curlew, is now stretched out flat on its side , above, waiting for a second upcoming event . Our injured reporter,his leg bandaged ,is hobbling about like Mack the Knife.
Poised ready for a repeat Armageddon event is the remainder of the palm , above, rattling about in the wind ...Look out below !
