Moon Set
On that day the Baboon got to his home break, known colloquially and affectionately as The Hole, no one knows why, in the dark of the pre-dawn early morning. He had a look, and found it was dead flat. Not to be caught out and disheartened after checking out just one from several beaches offering surfing possibilities and potential, he ventured bravely and enterprisingly out over the hills and far away to his second home-away-from-home, a break known as The Goose, and found it to be dead flat too. Consequently, because you never-never know if you never-never go, he went back over to the Hole for a second look, just to be on the safe side, against the unlikely-but-not-entirely-impossible-because-you-never-know-your-luck-in-a-big-city eventuality that his eyesight, perfect in every way on every other occasion, had suddenly decided to deceive him. So he made his way back down the boatramp at The Hole for the second time, and who should he find there but one of his some-time companion