majorette, then across his chest and up under his arms like he had a nunchuku. Whatever Jimmy was doing it had a definite technique and Les was curiousâthat curious that Les wasnât watching where he was going and, of all things, he trod on a poor dead bee.
âYeow, shit! You bastard!â
The sting went in just under his big toe and though the pain wasnât excruciating it hurt enough and was certainly annoying.
âI donât bloody believe it,â cursed Les as he floppedon his backside and rubbed his toe with wet sand. âIt could only happen to me.â
Jimmy was still strolling along, playing around with his stick and Les was about to call out to him when he saw a movement coming down the beach to Jimmyâs left. A big, ugly, burly man in a blue cap, old shorts and a sweatshirt with the sleeves hacked off came walking across the sand with a big, black Alsatian just as ugly as he was. It had no collar or lead and was just plain mean and vicious and out looking for something to bite or kill. There were no cats or dachshunds around, so as soon as it saw Jimmy it snarled, drew back its fangs and went for him. Les was about to warn Jimmy when the owner called out to him.
âRun into the water!â
Jimmy turned around, saw the dog coming at him and spun the stick into his right hand.
âRun into the water, you fuckinâ goose,â yelled Blue Cap, the owner.
The Alsatian charged at Jimmy and was just about to sink its teeth into his thigh when Jimmy smashed the stick down across its snout. The dog howled with pain and crashed onto the sand front legs first, like a horse going down in a Western movie. Before it had a chance to let out another yelp Jimmy belted it across the snout again, only harder this time. That was the last thing the Alsatian was expecting. It literally dogged it. It stuck its tail between its legs and, yelping and screeching, tore off up the beach towards North Avoca and parts beyond. The owner watched his heroic killer attack dog disappearing into the distance and came charging over.
âWhat the fuck do you think youâre doing?â he bellowed at Jimmy.
âWhat am I doing?â answered Jimmy. âStopping myself from getting my leg torn off.â
âWhy didnât you run in the water like I fuckinâ told you?â
Jimmyâs temper started to rise. He was entitled to an apology, but instead he was getting abused. âFuck running in the water,â he snapped. âYouâre not even supposed to have the fuckinâ thing on the beach. And whereâs its fuckinâ lead? Lucky I wasnât some poor little kid.â
âFuck the lead. And fuck the sign,â bellowed Blue Cap. âIf I want to bring my dog down the fuckinâ beach, Iâll fuckinâ bring it down.â
âGood. And if the rotten thing comes back and tries to bite me again Iâll give it another belt in the head, you fuckinâ big goose.â
âWhat!? Ohh fuck you, you poofy-looking little cunt.â
Blue Cap charged at Jimmy and shaped up to throw a big looping left.
Oh-oh, thought Norton, Iâd better make a move here or Jimmyâs face is paste. That mugâs a bit big for young James. Les ignored the bee sting and started to run over. But he didnât need to.
Jimmy stood where he was and as the bloke moved in he brought the stick down across his wrist then backhanded it across his shin all in the one movement. The bloke yelled and cursed with pain, not sure whether to grab his wrist or his shin first. Before he got a chance to do anything, Jimmy bent down behind him,shoved the stick between his legs near his ankles, turned it around and jerked back tripping Blue Cap face-first into the wet sand. Norton was stoked. Hey, good one, Jimmy. Now shove the stick right up his arse. Jimmy stepped back smiling as the bloke wiped the sand from his face and lumbered to his feet.
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