A Dream-Time story about a wooden "scarecrow" which comes to life to murder people.

“Djarapa thought that was the end of the devil-devil as he saw it floating down the waters of the Yannan.   But he forgot that wood cannot sink, so the wooden devil could not drown.   Instead it managed to climb ashore ten miles down river.   That night Djarapa and his wife were making love –” she slipped Garbarla a sly wink, making him blush — “when they heard heavy crunching footsteps approaching.   Although a powerful magician, Djarapa had no time to grab up his bag of potion and magic herbs, and had to run naked out into the desert with the wood man not far behind.   Some say wooden devil-devil still prowls the deserts around Australia hoping to catch and kill his creator.”

“All this is supposed to have happened centuries ago, isn’t it?” asked Garbarla.

“In the time of the Dreaming,” Suzie agreed.

“Then why would this wooden devil suddenly go on the rampage again and kill Neil Ulverstone?”

Suzie could only shrug.

Garbarla knew that he should return to the hut he shared with his mother, Debbie Bulilka.   However, he could not forget the pleasure of Suzie sitting on his lap earlier, her soft thighs on his, her wonderful breasts centimetres from his face.   He wanted to blurt out how he felt about her, but his shyness held him back.

“Is there anything else Old Suzie can do for you, young man?” teased the beautiful sexagenarian woman.   She slithered almost snakelike on the mat before him, making her luscious breasts do a sensual hula.

“Damn it, you know bloody well there is!” shouted Garbarla.   Startling himself as much as Suzie, Garbarla reached out to grab her and pull the silver-haired woman back up onto his lap.

Squealing from surprise rather than protest, Suzie struggled against Garbarla for a moment.   Then she relaxed into his arms, allowing him to kiss her deeply on the mouth.   But when he started to push her over onto her back on the dirt floor of the hut, she said, “No, no, not here.”

Climbing to her feet, she led him to her bedroom at the rear of the hut.   They rapidly undressed and climbed into Suzie’s bed — actually a mattress upon the floor.

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