Every fullmoon at midnight there are blood curdling howls that could wake the dead. Then they come. Thousands and thousands of Kohaalas stampede across farms And paddocks (we don't have cities) killing our kangaroos (our transport). We tell tourists to stay away but they never listen.
Not when it's the only source of food, that is almost at extinction, for people will just be walking by and They will spot some hunters chasing a wild barbecue.