Replaced by another
The Prime Minister never seems to last long and often disappears through no discernible democratic process. One of them eats a raw onion in an attempt to assimilate. He is gone by morning, replaced by another.
All of us
We all refer to the Prime Minister by their first name. We know them well, and they know us. All of us.
"Where the bloody hell are you?"
“Where the bloody hell are you?” The woman asks. “I don’t know,” you weep, “I don’t know.” She asks again: “Where the bloody hell are you?” She never stops asking.
Creatures in the trees
You don’t believe the stories about the creatures in the trees, but you take precautions. One day, you see an unwary traveller taking shelter from the blazing sun underneath a jacaranda. When you look back, he’s gone.
Flood insurance
The sun is broiling the land dry. Half the country is on fire. You look up at the sky and worry about your flood insurance.
Swooping season
You are swooped by a magpie in the same place, at the same time, every single day. “It’s swooping season!” Says your neighbour. It has always been swooping season.
Whisked away by submarines
The Prime Minister walks into the ocean and is never seen again. They say he was a traitor, defecting to the enemy, whisked away by submarines. You build a swimming pool in his honour.