Bluey continued, “One of the federal ministers at the time was asked if a medal was going to be struck for the conflict and he answered any medals should be given to the Emus who had won every round.”
Murphy joined Remus in his laughter. “I’m sorry, Bluey, we shouldn’t be laughing. Your grandad—”
“Thought it was hysterical too. Spoke of it often.”
“Did we sustain any casualties?” Murphy asked, intrigued now, though still laughing. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d laughed so hard, certainly it had been before the trial.
“Nope. But they lost half a length of somebody’s fence when one of the vehicles they chased the birds down with veered off after an altercation with a few of the bigger birds.”
“Oh my God,” Remus snorted, pealing with laughter once again.
The time ticked well af
