This Sunday, after the warm up act ( a full day at the Cub Leadership Course), intrepid Cubs from the Victor Scout Group, under the mature leadership of some Grey Wolf candidates, sought out the mystery of the Bulimba Creek Bunyip .  As anyone that’s ever watched a monster movie knows,  “you should never stray from the path”, but that’s just what these Cubs did, heading off track and across the long disused ‘troll bridge’.

 

Seeking safe passage across the usually calm waters of Bulimba Creek, made all the more treacherous by the recent torrential 12mm of rain experience earlier in the week.

 

With nary a dry eye (from the sheer terror), nor a dry foot from the passage, it was soon accomplished.

With a cheerful salute they headed on their way and were soon lost amongst the mulga. September is the beginning of Spring, when many of God’s creatures stir from their slumber. All too soon amongst the long grass a cry of “snake” rang through the air and rippled through the pack. The orderly procession soon gave way to chaos … for fear of missing out.

 

All to soon, and still on a jelly snake sugar high, a potential bunyip sighting by one of the members of the band had everyone scurrying to the river bank in haste; however, with Baloo (the bear) getting there first, we think its cowardly nature shone through, leaving nothing but ripples in its wake.

By this time enthusiasm was waning, with the energy high from the consumption of said snakes long since passed, so the merry band converged on Wolf Rock to regroup, seek guidance from the spirit of Akela, and plot the way forwards.

Luckily a path was located and passage continued, entering a glade not unlike that frequented by Robert of Locksley, within which a magnificent tree with low branches enticed the Cubs into its arms (well beyond the reach of responsible adults).

 

And it was here within “the story tree”, that the legend of the Bulimba Creek Bunyip  was retold by the leader of today’s adventure, its retelling striking enthusiastic waves of apathy, the like of which hasn’t been seen since before the school lunch bell on a Friday afternoon. And yet all the same, bringing a sense of dread and creating within each member such a thirst that could only be quenched by … half time oranges. “Why does someone’s parent always have to bring fruit?” a younger one cried, but they ate them anyway.

And so, as the sun dipped below the trees, all too soon it was time to be heading home and thinking about polishing shoes for school tomorrow.

Alas dear reader, with no definitive sighting, the legend of the bunyip remains unverified, but seems to be a definite possibility of a maybe. Perhaps as the legend grows, it’s just waiting for another generation of Cubs to discover it.