A long long time ago. Not like, heaps long, just like a bit long. Not like centuries, just like a quarter of a century or something. Far far away. Not like another planet or even the other side of this planet or anything. There lived a wonderful mother called Mata. Mata lived in a little Tongan village called Tapas, on the side of a hill, near a field, by a river, with some trees, that were tall….and green. But all that is inconsequential. What matters is that Mata was about to have a baby. Not one but two. There was much excitement in the village for Tapas had been voted the best looking village in all of Tonga for the last four years running. It was anticipated that Mata would deliver two more great looking babies to bolster their collective looks. No one was ready for what happened next. Mata’s first born was a strapping young lad who seemed to step his way into his first nappy but not before throwing a dummy and milking a bottle. Mata decided to give this child the biblical name Johnny. But while the second baby was a little louder and seemed to have a lot to say from the moment it was born, it was very different. Much paler and average looking at best, Mata stuck with the theme and named him after the prophet Joshua. While Mata loved both of the twins dearly the village of Tapas did not. There was a general consensus that Joshua was bringing down the average attractiveness of their proud town. After a couple of years of suffering through the prejudice and sneers Mata had to make a heartbreaking decision. In the depth of night she went to work. First she made two braided necklaces. Then she split a pumpkin seed (Pumpkins were the symbolic vegetable of Tapas). In each necklace she adorned the two pumpkin seed halves and broached each twin with one. Then she took her beloved Joshua down to the river and set him adrift in a bed of pumpkin leaves. Thirty seven kilometres down river a young Australian power pole linesman had set a couple of lines. A more than a bit keen amateur fisherman, he had dragged his wife and young family over to Tonga in search of the elusive Tapas river Spookfish. While he hadn’t looked like catching a Spook, he was quick to drag in the strange concoction of root vegetable leaves. He wasnt prepared for what he found. Deliberations with his wife were useless. The linesman already had five offspring of his own and was keen to set this catch a drift. No amount of bag limit and legal size arguments were cutting it. His wife was insistent. Joshua was going to live in Trundle. Fast forward 25 years and fate exploded a kilometre underground at a mine just north of Trundle. As two indifferent mining employees shared lunch, the heat of middle earth exposed two things that hung from the necks but dragged two men together. They both spotted the divided pumpkin seed at the same time. The Tongan twins decided after years of being deprived they were not going to spend another moment apart. Unfortunately that meant that Johnny had to join Josh playing for his beloved Trundle at Grenfell against Peak Hill that very weekend. Will the newly discovered twins stop hugging?.. Will they have anything to contribute to the big game? Stay tuned to find out if Tapas and Trundle become twin towns..
Posted on: Thu, 05 Sep 2013 11:31:29 +0000
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