[ WP ] There is a reason the wildlife in Australia is so dangerous .

The ceremony took place in small nondescript shack just outside the dusty Outback Town. The roof was flat corrugated metal, the sides bare brick. The sky glowed dusk-pink as three dark-skinned women entered the hut. All dressed in overflowing floral dresses, hair open and wild. The last one shut the door and the light of a kerosene lamp filtered out through the only window in the dingy lean-to. Those venturing closer, perhaps 20 or so yards away would hear a buzz, a low guttural chant. Some clapping. 
 
 No one ever did venture. There was a miasma of evil malevolence about the place. Local attitudes about race and poverty kept most away and the ceremony continued uninterrupted. The chanting remained constant, unending. One of the women came out and squatted in the bushes about 15 yards away, then waddled back in. It was about 11 am now. The town was silent, save the gaudily lit bars on McMurdo Street. Just after one in the morning, the chanting changed. Spikes in the flat-line monotone chant, increasing in number and amplitude as the chant took on a crescendo, then died. 
 
 Around 2 am, the two of the three women left the building, holding the kerosene lamp to guide them through the brush onto paved road about 100 feet away. Their Aboriginal features were marked in sharp contrast against the bright yellow light of the lamp. They were still chanting..... 
 
 `` You were wronged'' 
 
 `` We were wronged'' 
 
 `` We fight no more'' 
 
 `` You fight for us'' 
 
 `` Kill with plants'' 
 
 `` Kill with insects'' 
 
 `` Kill with animals'' 
 
 `` Kill with birds'' 
 
 `` Kill with the sea'' 
 
 `` Kill your people'' 
 
 `` Kill the balanda ( white man )'' 
 
 `` Kill so neither man, nor beast feel welcome here'' 
 
 `` We have not forgotten'' 
 
 `` We will not let you forget'' 
 
 They did not look back at the shack as they shuffled away. No one else emerged from the shack throughout our 24 hour vigil. 

