Loren wandered off the plane lead by as-attractive-as-could-be-expected hostesses who sung siren songs along the way. He reached quickly for his iPod drowning out their vocal lures with background noise far more powerful or at least more voluminous, if less lovely than their bewitchery. There would be plenty of time for sirens later. Having successfully negotiated his first test he strolled leisurely through recently laid puddles and trudged damp foot prints all the way up to the line that divided officially welcomed guests from illegal aliens.
"Anything, to declare sir."
"Yes." he paused for emphasis: "I have arrived." This statement was met with less awe than he felt was warranted. Be that as it may, Australia fair was unprepared for what would come next.
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