[sighs] Oh blimey. Talk about water logged. I haven't felt like this since the time I jammed me big toe in the bath plug hole.
T2Trapper #2
Yeah, that was a close one. Next time you want a cup of tea. Oh, no, The jeep! And the tent and our gear! Burned to a flaming crisp!
T1Trapper #1
[sighs] Took me years to save for that jeep.
T2Trapper #2
Well this is one fishing trip I'd sooner forget. But… At least I managed to save me pride and joy for more hunting trips to the… [Mopoke grubs the rifle and flews away] Hey! [Mopoke clucking] You, Hey! You come back here with that, you thieving featherbrain!
[Narrating] Legends are like plants they grow from tiny seeds a deed an action a piece of news a piece of gossip is passed from one to another. With each telling it grows. Other stories join the first stories and then more a strange mixture of the fantastic and the real. But legends are the stuff of hope stuff of dreams. In the High Country and nearby lands there was one legend bigger then all others.
[Narrating] So Thowra earned the love of even more bush creatures and his fame and legend spread far from the High Country. But Thowra was not yet king.
[Narrating] The creatures of the High Country look after their own. When Thowra found the young foal Yooralla separated from his mother and quite lost he took him into his herd and treated him like a son or a younger brother. As did Boon Boon and the other of the herd accepted him as one of them. Yooralla admired and love Thowra very much and was keen to learn from him the ways of the High Country. So Thowra taught the foal how to read the wind how listen to the advice of the bush. How to avoid danger and how to leave no trace. Of course it's not easy to pick everything up at once.