The meandering waters of the Cooma Creek, gurgled merrily as they ran on, over fords and under bridges until they combined with other rivulets, to join the Numeralla River. Then the tranquil peace was interrupted. From the catchment area come persevering, self-asserting tides, swelling the banks of the disturbed creek until they join in this destructive game, finding adventure in surging through shops in their avaricious way, gushing down the gutters, forcing themselves forward in malicious content, overpowering obstructions which lie in the way of this powerful force which ever increases as it surges on. After a while, tiring of these frolics, the eddies leave the once docile creek and tire of their destructive course. Their havoc is displayed to human eye.