On one occasion The Drongo applied for the job of cook’s offsider on a cattle station in the north. As nobody else was offering, he was taken on.
The cook said, “We’re having good old stew for dinner, Drongo, and I want you to slip over to the boss’s private vegetable garden and fetch me a couple of turnips.”
“Do you want fairly big ones?” asked The Drongo.
“Aw, about the size of your head,” the cook replied. “And don’t be long.”
After about fifteen minutes the boss, re-faced with annoyance, came rushing into the cookhouse.
“That new hand must be off his rocker!” he roared. “He’s pulling up all my turnips and trying his hat on them!”
— Bill Wannan’s Come in Spinner
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