Bunyip

A nightmare of the reed-beds and the stagnant swamps, a shaggy, bellowing entity that waits for the foolish to step too close to the edge of the dark water. Part beast and part spirit, he is the voice of the dangerous unknown, the one who reminds us that the water can give life but it can also take it back in a single, muddy gulp. Do we hear the wind in the reeds, or is it the breathing of the one who has been forgotten by the sun? He is the guardian of the billabong, the primal fear that keeps the children close to the fire.