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Snowpuss and Gidley - The Beginning

He stared, the shadow he thought but the thing, he could not call it anything for sure, it moved or melted, just there - and then it wasn't  His eyes were on stalks as he blinked then looked again. It was there then the air wavered and the stand of trees stood on the water, on the water. His mind couldn't process the image, the water was solid and the trees had moved. 

The darkness appeared among the trees, shimmered as the scene disappeared. He shook his head, his breath came in gasps, he’d forgotten to breath. Jason felt his scalp, his hair was standing up and he knew some sort of electrical current had been generated. The water surface returned to its blue opaqueness and the pelicans glided in as the whole area returned to normal, everything was back except poor Jason, he was breathing heavily and his hands shook, what had happened?

The sail boats bobbed and the water lapped at the edge of the river, the wind returned, lightly as the clouds retreated and the peaceful village once again came into view. He then realised that it had disappeared as had the island –what was going on. He was still standing on the foreshore, the rivers tide still receding, and his fishing line floated in the water. Familiar sounds, cars and boat outboards once again took his attention the air retaining its taste of salt and morning crispness that always reminded him of the surf breaking on the surf beach further out towards the breakwater.

His peaceful little village, he had lived here all of his twelve years and nothing like this had ever happened before.

The foreshore he stood on was part of a five hundred hectare national park and stretched both sides of the river, back along the foreshores and into the hinterland where it was surrounded by the largest water system on the east coast. Back among the black-butt and eucalypt stood Aussie palm, grass trees and every type of fern imaginable, but the wildlife had never been counted and was assumed to be limited to wallabies and the occasional red kangaroo, but there had been what appeared to be a wild black very large marsupial, shaped somewhat like a cat or panther.

Fishermen had blazed trails to their favourite spots for years, with the grass growing back quickly and sections immersed in flooding water at high tide. So little was known of the area as rangers had not penetrated the interior for some years and was unlikely until there was a need or a fire. Strange things could happen and no human would know.

Jason and his friends knew areas they would not venture into as strange noises and light appeared and weird pulsating light roved. Fishermen’s lights were not the reason as most of them stuck to the edge or their boats and few needed to venture away from the water.

The tidal flow eased as the water was still, nothing moved but his 3mtr dinghy with his crab pots and fishing rods. It seemed to laugh as it bobbed on the wavelets at the edge of the jetty but that was impossible?

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