As the sun set in the west and a kookaburra laughed his mocking laugh, silence reigned over the bush. A slight breeze rustled between the gums and a beetle hid behind a leaf. It had been a hot, sultry day and the graziers feared a bushfire, but their luck was in. No fire had swept through their ripening crops, until the southerly breeze wisped the last light in the remaining coals of a fire, which was left after a careless camper had thrown water recklessly over it.
The flames raced through the dry wisps of grass and like a plague of grasshoppers dashed through the bush leaving charred remains. A boy passing by, raised the alarm. The farmers gathered their wet sacks and rushed to the scene.
Droplets of sweat soon formed on the workers hot faces. The fire brigade appeared on the scene and within half an hour, only the charred remains of bushes and trees stood on the horizon. The farmers and all concerned, added the fire incident as "another on the list".