You’re highly practical and are sure that nothing untoward or unusual occurred on the road last night. In fact you’re entirely sure that it was just people searching for firewood in order to do the same thing that you were doing last night: sit around a bushie.
You choose to ignore any thoughts of suspicious behaviour and go on with your life.
As you’re leaving Fishermans Paradise the next day, you notice the clouds and remark to your partner that they almost look like smoke. As you drive further, an unusual smell fills the air, and you realise that it is in fact smoke, and that despite the cool winter weather, a bush fire is raging in the distance. There’s no one around, so you drive towards it to help, and find the car from the night before parked next to a giant bushfire, at least ten feet tall. Seated around the fire are members of the The Bilbies, a local gang that conduct business underground like the Australian animal.
You notice that rather than conducting unlawful business, they are instead roasting marshmallows.
You take a photo of the event then speed off into the distance, driving until you have enough internet connection to upload the photo to Facebook. The leader of the gang, Brody Willas is so mortified, he contacts you and begs you to remove the photo, promising a life time’s worth of financial recompense in return.
When you return home, you make good on the promise, and list your Shack on the market. You’ll buy a new, bigger one with the extra funds. And one a little further away from The Bilbies and their marshmallow roasting ways.
Your destiny has been reached.