| The Tongala Tortoise Trials Peter was throwing lumps of mud into Coomes’s Channel. He had ridden his red mountain bike down the flat road from the small township of Tongala in northern Victoria to the channel hoping to find some of his friends there. “Where are you going?” said his mum. “Off riding on my bike,” said Peter. “Don’t go near that channel,” said his mum, “and make sure you wear your helmet.” Peter didn’t say anything as he rode away and his helmet dangled from his handlebars all the way to the channel. When he got there he was alone. None of his friends were there. “They must be still at Vacation Activities. The lumps flew through the air and into the irrigation water like army mortar rounds. Eeeeeeeeeeeehhh! Splash! “That’s one.” Eeeeeeeeeeeehhh! Splash! “That’s two.” Eeeeeeeeeeeehhh! Splot! “Hey what did that hit?” Now there’s not a lot of life in an irrigation channel. You do get some fish and some shrimps and insects like Water Boatmen. You do see cormorants and the big black and white pelicans chasing fish, even the odd snake. But that wasn’t what Peter hit. What Peter hit was a tortoise and, boy, was that tortoise angry. That tortoise started swimming towards the bank of the channel. It climbed up the bank and waddled over towards Peter’s mountain bike. It opened it’s mouth and, chomp, it bit right through one of the tires.Pssssssssssssss. “Hey, you stupid tortoise, leave my bike alone!” Peter picked up a big rock above his head to drop on the tortoise but the tortoise waddled off into the long grass and reeds on the bank of the channel. Peter followed holding up the rock ready to drop it on the tortoise. The tortoise walked into a hollow log and disappeared. Peter stood there with the rock still above his head looking for the tortoise. The tortoise wandered out the other end, around behind Peter and bit him on the toe. “Owwwwwww!” Peter tripped over the log. The rock went flying through the air and landed on his head. Whack! He was knocked out. The tortoise waddled off back into the channel. Splash. Peter’s girlfriend, Corrie, arrived at the other side of Coomes Channel. “Peter, are you here?” As she walked past the irrigation wheel she saw Peter’s red mountain bike lying beside the channel. “Come on Peter I know you’re here somewhere.” Then she saw him lying on the ground by the log and the rock beside his head. She jumped into the channel, swam across and started to give him the ‘kiss of life’. “Wake up Peter, wake up.” She could see his chest moving and felt his heart beating. “Come on Peter, wake up.” She grabbed Peter’s bike helmet off his handle bars, dipped it in the channel and manage to carry enough water back to splash on Peter’s face. That did it. Peter woke up and when he saw Corrie’s worried face he said, “What happened?” Corrie said, “I dunno. Maybe you fell off your bike and hit your head on this rock.” “Oh yeah, that right. There was a tortoise in the way.” “Lucky it wasn’t a Red Belly Black Snake. My dad said you have to watch out for snakes and fallling branches from Gum Trees.” “Oh what would he know?” “He’d know enough to wear his bicyle helmet.” And do you know what? From that day on, Peter did too.. |
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Created by Daryll Bellingham
with the assistance of the audience at the Tongala Library Vacation Activities Storytelling Show, Wednesday 7th January, 2004. © Daryll Bellingham (Thanks to the Echuca Friends of the Library for helping to make the storytelling sessions possible.) |
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