Hello, I am very lucky to be alive and able to tell this story. The full details have never been revealed before. You are reading what is known in my profession as A SCOOP!
Well down in the corner of our garden in the Blue Mountains there is a little stone house that used to be called Frog Hollow. It was always decorated with flowers. A friend of mine lived there and I loved visiting him. Unfortunately, Hoppy had a life-changing accident and had to move closer to the village.
Anyway, a few weeks ago some unknown ‘beings’ moved in and transformed the property into a sinister place called FORT X. My guardian Pauline Conolly told me to stay well away, but I just couldn’t. One night I sneaked out and rode down on my trike to investigate. You could say I’m a bit like Detective Colombo, except I don’t wear a raincoat……only a jumper.
There was a sign on the FORT X gate saying KEEP OUT, but I took a deep breath and went in. I am quite brave really.
I waited until the sun rose, then peeped in the door. A sort of elfy person (yes, elfy, not healthy) was holding a big box. He took the lid off and I got such a shock at what was in there that I inadvertently (good word eh?) whistled.
Next thing someone whacked me from behind. CRACK! I was out like a light, Mate.
No idea how long I was unconscious. When I finally woke up I couldn’t see or hear a thing, couldn’t move a muscle, and when I yelled ‘ Help Pauline! ‘ it came out like I’d whispered ‘Elpleen ‘ with a mouth full of cotton wool. Oh my word, I thought I was a goner!
Pretty soon things were crawling on me and biting me; ants and spiders I suppose. Extremely horrible.
Over the next couple of days I would feel vibrations as Pauline clumped past in her gumboots. I’d splutter out; ‘Elpleen!…. Elpleen!’ But she didn’t stop and ‘elp, she just clumped on by. I cried a bit because I was so hungry and my head hurt. Also, it was going to my 18th birthday very soon and what if I died and missed the big day?
Finally, early on the third morning I heard that familiar clump clump and before I could mumble anything at all I heard Pauline shouting…‘DES!! WHAT ON EARTH….’ Guess what? I’d been tied to a tree with a black stocking over my head. Can you believe it?
It was such a relief to be rescued that I didn’t even mind being told off. Had to spend a couple of days in bed because I had concush…. concusion and a gash on my head.
Here’s why I couldn’t speak properly when I was tied to the tree.. My assailant had squashed a note in my mouth and it said; ‘ Tell anyone what was in that box and you’re as good as dead, you fat fur ball.’
What a load of rubbish. I’m not even fat! Do you know what was in it? Three black and gold ……
YOU CAN LEAVE ME A MESSAGE OF SYMPATHY AND SUPPORT IF YOU LIKE. AND A BIRTHDAY WISH. HA HA. I’LL BE ABLE TO DRINK AND VOTE. PAULINE SAYS I’M NOT MATURE ENOUGH TO VOTE, BUT I AM. I DON’T THINK SHE IS THOUGH.