- Published: Monday, 22 February 2010 17:32
The scene unfolding through his binoculars made Bob’s blood boil. There below his veranda, not a hundred metres from his beachside shack, bloody Bruno was at it again. Taking advantage of the low tide, Bruno could clearly be seen sawing large hunks off the pristine reef with a chain saw! Had he taken leave of his senses? By the time Bob arrived, puffing and heaving, other townsfolk had crowded around the chainsaw-wielding madman. Their anger was palpable in the stifling November atmosphere, but Bruno was unrepentant.