18. Mooregoo The Mopoke and Bahloo The Moon
Mooregoo the Mopoke had been camped away by himself for a long time. While alone he had made a great number of boomerangs, clubs, spears, and opossum rugs. He had carved the weapons with the teeth of opossums, and brightly painted the inside of the rugs with colourful designs, and sewn them strongly with the sinews of opossums, threaded in the needle made of the little bone taken from the leg of an emu. As Mooregoo looked at his work he was proud of all he had done.
One night Bahloo the moon came to his camp, and said, “Lend me one of your opossum rugs.”
“No. I won’t lend my rugs.”
“Then give me one.”
“No. I won’t give my rugs.”
Looking round, Bahloo saw the beautifully carved weapons, so he said, “Then give me, Mooregoo, some of your weapons.”
“No, I never give what I have made to another.”
Again Bahloo said, “The night is cold. Lend me a rug.”
“I have spoken,” said Mooregoo. “I never lend my rugs.”
Bahloo said no more, but went away, cut some bark and made a shelter for himself. When it was finished and he was safely housed in it, down came the rain in torrents. And it rained without ceasing until the whole country was flooded. Mooregoo was drowned. His weapons floated about and drifted apart, and his rugs rotted in the water.