The Mammoth Books of Really Silly Jokes 34
No, I’ve never heard of it,” said the documentary maker. “Mate, you’re crazy,” the Aborigine replied. “How can you say you filmed every native dance if you haven’t seen the Butcher Dance?” “Umm. I got a Corroborree on film just the other week. Is that what you mean?” “No, no. The Butcher Dance is much more important than the Corroborree.” “Well how can I see this Butcher Dance then?” “Mate, the Butcher Dance is way out in the wilderness. It’ll take you many days of travel to go see it.” “Look, I’ve been everywhere from the forests of the Amazon, to deepest darkest Africa, to the frozen wastes of the Arctic filming these dances. Nothing will prevent me from recording this one last dance.” “Okay, mate,” the Aborigine replied, shrugging. “You drive north along the highway toward Darwin. After 197 miles, you’ll see a dirt track veer off to left. Follow the dirt track for 126 miles till you see a huge dead gum tree – the biggest tree you’ve ever seen. Here you gotta leave your car, because it’s m…
