Tales From the Box

In a crazed wilderness called Warrimoo their once lived a man and his wife. They sought to work the land; to tame and subdue it. Over many a year they tore down the spindle and cut away at the jungle that reckoned to invade and destroy their protected home, set aside for relaxation and prosperity.

They built towering structures that cast shadows across the plains, moved volumes of earth to satisfy their hungry delights for transport and technology and changed watercourses to catch and harness the rarified resource of H2O.

Once there was a shed, rusted and ill-formed in its appearance, that stood on a misshapen slab of stone, set down in layers of concrete so twisted that one could see the very work of the gods in its chaotic, sloping form. It had seen the passing of time and been a home to the ants and birds which played from its sheltered vantage.

The man and wife one day looked at the slab on which the shed sat with jealous eyes. The proximity to the house and position in the yard made it a suitable candidate for a watertank.

Thus over 3 days a new slab was rendered for the shed, one more level and more sturdy than had ever come before. It was cut from the earth, paved and concreted. The shed was carried in a military like operation that required skill and precision by the man and wife, brother and father.

The shed now lies upon foundations strong, further down the yard. And the new tank stands proud and strong where there once was shed.