Revenge Of The Razorbacks

A Frilly Lizard, young and strong was sleeping near a Billabong. Nearby, a handsome Razorback was contemplating an attack. All razorbacks are pigs, of course, some grow as big as a small horse it is their nature to be tough, they, basically, don't give a stuff. Each living thing that can be found on outback's lonely, barren ground becomes fair game there, in the heat and something for the pigs to eat. Now, razorbacks have never learned to sneak around, thus never earned a reputation to be smart. They either smack or grunt or fart. And, so it was on that fair day, awake, the lizard, in dismay, had seen the herd of razorbacks, there was no time now to relax. But for this story I must mention that, though these pigs had the intention to hunt and kill that little critter (who'd been the runt of his small litter) , but they had not been to these parts, had discharged their revolting farts out in the Simpson Desert proper where Aborigines mine copper. And in the Simpson Desert are no frilly lizards, near and far. Which means that those who do not know would be surprised what kind of show these little creatures can perform, (just ask the guys from Desert Storm) . The pigs attacked in straight formation, it was a dicey situation. The lizard left the Billabong the razorbacks then read him wrong. He reappeared now in their flank had metamorphed into a tank. At last the pigs, when they saw frills did suffer shakes and then the chills. A frilly lizard grows in size in seconds, like a bad surprise. And, to the razorbacks' lament they were in a predicament. When now the lizard flapped his wings it was a case of seeing things. A monster right behind their backs adrenaline now to the max. They ran to get away, at speed through thistles, dust and tumbleweed, into the water in a panic and sank as fast as the Titanic. In normal times most pigs can swim by moving, frantically, each limb, but fear can hinder willing nerves from functioning, as each one serves to tell the muscles to contract, that is a scientific fact. All razorbacks thus drowned from fear, and, to you all it might appear that what we have here shows again that little guys win, now and then. The frilly lizard as you know had killed them with his stunning show. But by the end of the next day revenge was coming into play. A thousand pounds of rotting flesh was poisoning what once was fresh. The lizard had an evening drink, that night he did not sleep a wink. Got, in the morning, out of bed. And was, in fifteen minutes, dead.