Wednesday, September 1, 2004

'Arr! Not a quarter! He'll be dancin' for hours now...'


QCS is over now, and the real work starts tomorrow.

I have a total of 10 pieces of assessment due over the following two weeks.

For now, my incomplete english script:

Today was a special day for Tommy. His father was taking him to work. Tommy’s father said Woomera was like a prison for animals that think they’re people.

‘It’s feeding time,’ said Tommy’s father. ‘You can help!’

‘Hooray!’ Cried Tommy. ‘Hooray!’

Tommy followed his father through the gate and past the big red trucks.

‘What are they for?’ He asked.

‘Well the bad hippies from the Greens get excited over nothing.’ Said Tommy’s father. ‘When that happens, they try to break into the zoo. So we get the fire trucks to hose them down off the fences.’

Tommy nodded mutely. The Greens had stolen all of his Christmas presents last year.

Tommy turned and followed his father. He was starting to give the food out. All of the captives were already waiting in their cages.

Tommy saw that there was something wrong with them. As his father gave out the food, Tommy noticed that they weren’t eating. They had sown their lips shut!

He was worried.

Tommy had a sister that had a lip ring, and she couldn’t eat for days! She was also into crazy things like rock music and wild ideas like individualism!

His mother had said it was something for ‘hip young things.’

Tommy noticed something interesting. Even the old ones had this new fashion.

If no one here could eat, who would eat the food?

Tommy asked where the children were. Surely they would be hungry!

Tommy asked his father, who was snatching a book of philosophy out of a young man’s hand.

‘Well,’ said his father while tossing the book aside, ‘all the children are at the bottom of the ocean.’

‘Are they having a big party under the sea like on the little mermaid?’ Tommy asked excitedly.

‘No. They’re dead. Their evil parents threw them overboard because they didn’t love them.’ Said Tommy’s father. ‘Our Prime minister made the right decision and put the evil people here.’

‘Those horrible people!’ Said Tommy.

‘Exactly!’ Said his excited father. ‘Remember to always vote Liberal. Always’

‘Why?’ Asked Tommy.

‘Because they keep these queue jumping terrorists in line!’

‘I will vote Liberal.’ Said Tommy, mesmerised by his father’s fervour. ‘As will all my friends.’
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