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Many thanks to those who sympathized with my angst over the pool closure last week. I’m happy to report the closure was short-lived and I’m back in the water.
A thank you to Russell Gayer, aka What’s His Name, for sending this historical tidbit. Truth is often much more interesting than fiction. 😀
Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100
I was just a little girl, but I’ll never forget those huge red eyes. They’d pierce right through ya as they left a devastating trail of destruction. My father and other farmers, veterans of WWI, fought with all their might to save their wheat crops.
Day after day, the demons attacked. At last, the government declared war on them. Soldiers came to our aid bearing machine guns.
The enemy was more cunning than all the Australian army’s artillery. Despite their best efforts they only killed a few hundred.
There’s no denying those birds won The Great Emu War of 1932.