Oh, that is different. It’s a Beverley Hillbilly. He could be playing the flute. He’s taking aim and swallowing a sword, shooting ducks or crows. It’s in Gundagai, but there is no dog on the tucker box. There is a goat or a black sheep. It’s daybreak. Its quite fine but windy. It’s wintertime or late afternoon. His name is Henry. The goat is there. It’s a ranch somewhere and the house is in the background. We can’t see it. He could have a family or be holidaying there. Because of his hat we think it is a farm. It looks like a Chinese hat. He’s on his property. He’s a farmer. He’s after his tea. He needs to kill for it - a duck. There is a can of something there for milking the goat. He is aiming pretty well. He’s an expert at shooting. They are all pretty good. Harold’s seen them shooting rabbits. Perhaps it is a hawk he is shooting. There’s a wagon there on the side. Henry dreams of shooting ducks. I’ll get some tomorrow, if I don't get some today” he thinks. It is an unusual way he has of holding his rifle. Henry is unusual, holding it like a billiard cue. He was feeding the animals, thinking of his dinner. There is a dam in the background where the ducks were. Harold wishes him luck shooting his dinner. After this he gathers his kill. He got the duck.
This story was created by Judith, Judith, Mary, Marcia, Valerie, Nolene and Harold at Calvary Rehabilitation Unit on 30th June 2014.