One day me and my brother went out into the bush to hunt for food. We were looking for the greenies and the blueys, the parrots and the lorikeets. We found a tree crowded with the birds and we saw our chance.
Brother was the best thrower in the whole tribe, well, that is what he says. Whenever you see him he'll be talking about how good he is at something, running, throwing swimming and much more. So he took aim at one bird and fired.
Birds went flying everywhere so we could not see the shot he had made.
When all the birds had fled we both saw what had happened. Brother had missed! After all his bragging of how good he was he had just missed an easy shot. I couldn't hold from laughing
Hahahaha. Serves you right you bragger.
A kookaburra nearby seemed to laugh as well. Brother was so angry that he fired a shot at the sacred bird, breaking its wing.
Brother instantly knew that he had shot a sacred bird and father would not be happy with us.