Bunyip Vlog👣 goes Dirty Soda🧋& Coffee☕️… and maybe Soap🧼

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It was snug autumn 🍂 morning,  Bunyip had woken up and was laying awake contemplating life in the Billabong. Mrs Vlog, still nested asleep 💤 beside him,  vlogs still warm and snuggly asleep.  Maeve, Bunyip’s faithful companion had woken him up because she need to use the outdoor latrine.

Bunyip started the fire and made his favourite muddy coffee ☕️.  They contemplated what a dirty Soda would look like of taste like.  Bunyip, toasted a marshmallow, as he sipped his coffee.


Maeve was happy to sit by a fire and listen to Bunyip’s plan for a Dirty Soda Shop and Cafe.

She wanted to call it bones 🦴 and coffee ☕️.  Bunyip had other ideas.

What about Soap?

Bunyip research the process for Soap 🧼 making and hopes together it out there!


NUMA NO ONI) "The Swamp Demon"

沼の鬼 (NUMA NO ONI)

"The Swamp Demon"




———— \  Dedication \————-

Thank you, Anthony, Frank, Penelope, Lyon and Hadassah,  Ratu Filimone and My Darling Ane for inspiring this piece and  supporting my dreams.

To my amazing brothers. Tango and John Paul thank you for inspiring me and carrying the kerosene lantern beside me.

—————-/ The End /—————

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