The Bravest Deed Ever?

tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637981.post-1097992943642985102004-10-16T16:00:00.000-07:002004-10-17T00:59:42.696-07:00The Bravest Deed Ever?<div style="text-align: justify;">Fremantle has a number of Characters that make up this colourful culturally diverse Community. Sadly as the times they change so does the existence of these Characters who once frequented the Local Watering holes of the Community. Today’s generation appear to be losing the heritage with which they are born into. They have lost the art of listening to such Characters and passing on this history to their children. Today such Characters can be counted upon one hand a dying breed whose stories will be lost forever in time. I remember one such Character who as he said was once a journalist for the Local Newspaper. In one of his many sojourns around the immediate area he tells the story of the bravest deed he had ever witnessed. Here is that story...can it be believed Just out of Fremantle toward the suburb of Melville this area now with housing throughout was once an area of lush green pastures. I came upon a paddock with a rather mean looking Bull in the midst of it. A cold day and the condensation could be seen streaming from its nostrils like a Steam Train ready to set out on a journey. What could this bull be steamed up about? I then spied a young girl in the paddock and the Bull was ready to charge at her. I ran to the fence ready to jump it in a single bound but yes fear took hold of me at the last moment and my legs froze. The Bull was now ready and was charging toward the young girl but still I remained frozen to the spot totally useless unable to do nothing. Suddenly out of the blue from nowhere came a man who jumped the fence and ran at the bull headon. He produced a pocket knife and took on the bull by the horns, so to speak and plunged his pocket knife deep into the Bulls heart. He then took the young girl in his arm and again placed her gently over the fence back into the safety zone. At that particular moment my legs unfroze and I strode up to this brave man and said, “let me shake your hand that Sir, that is the bravest deed I have ever seen performed by an Australian, you are undoubtedly a true Australian Hero.” The stranger smiled replied “thank you but actually old chap I am from England a true Englishman what you Australians call a POM. The next day the headlines in the Newspaper read “Pommie Bastard Murders Child’s Pet.” BY BLOKE JUST A SUBURBAN BLOKE </div> Blokenoreply@blogger.com