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Still Waters.

Still waters. What hides beneath the still water? A body of water where no birds swim on the surface of the lagoon. Little perch do swim in the water and leeches do survive in the clay section when the water recedes at certain times of the year. The water is good for drinking, or it used to be, when I lived in the area, we went there to pump water to keep out water tanks full when the railway were late with delivery, or no rain fell to keep them full. One thing we could depend on is that there was a supply of fresh water there for the taking owing to not many animals ventured near the edge for a drink, for they were never seen ever again.

The Aboriginal gentleman who worked with my father kept telling us the story of the Bun yip who lived beneath the surface of the water to grab everything, human or animal, who entered the water.The whole area around had a sacred silence warning people to treat with care. I always felt as though I had to whisper so the Bun yip didn't hear me. Even riding past the lagoon on the road I prayed no part of my bike made a noise to upset the monster.

Then one day when I was a little bored while waiting for the drums to be filled I took a length of hose from the back of the truck to blow bubbles in the water. I lay close to the edge near a tree, the clay around the base of the tree gave way and in I fell surfacing with weed and green slime clinging to my hair. I grabbed hold of some of the tree roots to pull myself around to where I could climb out. Not being able to swim made the experience more scaring plus the thought of the monster might come to drag me out into the deep water never to be seen again.


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