My goal is to be less descriptive.
I’ve been living in the outback and I’m a tale no legend as old as the dreamtime. I been surviving on what Mother Nature’s been giving me. I eat the animals that step in the red plains each morn. And I live out of grasses, leaves, bark and branches bundled over each other. But one day as I travelled down the pebbled track I walked down the current of where the water flowed each day and night. But it was empty and my skills were dying off. If animals died I couldn’t survive, wait the water kept gushing out, ‘’It’s back’’ I cried.