The two Aboriginal men stand on the shore as the boat is beached. A turbaned, long white robed Indian man hops out and supports a stunning Indian woman, absolutely dripping in jewelled adornments, to alight the craft.
A pair of dogs jump out to join them, dogs looking very suspiciously like dingos. A pair of Tassie Tigers appear on the sand dune above. The dingos look up, and mutter a doggie sound. A speech bubble appears above their collective heads which reads,
“Bush tucker”
The Tassie Tigers look down with similar speech bubble which reads,
“Oh Shit!”
The Indian man puffs out his chest and confidently announces, “We have come in search of the promised land,” his bejewelled partner smiles approvingly.
“I recon they’re tourists.”
“Then they must be lost”
The Indian man, whom we shall now call Raj, for want of knowledge better, and his wife whom we shall now call Sita, just because Raj and Sita go so well together, surveyed the terrain beyond the beach, and judging by Raj’s beaming face, the sight of those rusty brown hills rather excited him. “Those hills are rich in iron,” he excitedly announces, “Do you mine them?”
“Maybe he’s a rock collector” one suggested. But then a giant thought bubble appeared above Raj’s head, about the size of a movie screen. Raj in his enlightened wisdom saw smoke stacks…giant steel smelter smoke stacks, and a sign which once read,
‘NEWCASTLE STEEL MILLS’, but with a nasty big black line right through it, and now in all its blazon glory above it a shiny new name, ‘NEWCALCUTTA STEEL MILLS’.
“And what about her?”
And as if right on cue, she pointed to one of her many chunks of gold. Fortuitously, a Bush Turkey flew overhead and the Aboriginal men pointed to it, then one made a squatting, shitting motion, perhaps to indicate that gold is not worth a pinch of turkey turd, too soft to make stone tools; or maybe indicating that sometimes turkeys swallow a nugget of gold while foraging, and then shit it out. Little gold nuggets wrapped up in turkey turd all over the Aussie Outback! Nevertheless, the response put a massive grin on the visitors dials, Raj suggesting to Sita that the bird must be the goose that lays the golden egg.