Billy Boomerang

Billy Boomerang

Billy looked round in his maker’s house, a large factory press where boomerangs were made and packaged off to various places all around the world.
He couldn’t wait to be stocked on the shelves and bought up; he knew what he was and what would be expected of him.
To feel the breeze flowing past his aerodynamic wings as he judges the turn and spin to make a quick return to the master was what Billy knew.
Business in the factory had been great for a while now, the boomerangs were never stock piled for more than a month and then they were sent to Australian themed boutiques or various amusement parks throughout the modern world.
Billy arrived in the stockpile enthusiastic as ever dreaming of his master, he knew that many years ago boomerangs were used by native Australians for hunting, but now he knew he was just a mass produced item.
Outside the stockpile life things were starting to stutter at the factory. There had been a global economic downturn and the factory just didn’t need to be producing so many novelty gifts.
Over a short period the factory eventually went into administration. The doors were padlocked up and the various workers tried their best to make there voices heard. Nothing came of it,
“This is a cut throat world and that’s how capitalism works”
This was the message they were told when they tried to keep there jobs.
Poor Billy no breeze flowing past his wings, just darkness in storage waiting for the day he would be free.
Eventually the stock was sold off in auction to try and recover some debt but the items just went from storage in one place, to storage in another.

Till at last the light came. Billy was in a bargain bin, 50p boomerangs for sale.
A young lad came over and held Billy in his hands, a glint in his eye. The lad didn’t know what it was.
“Dad, dad” he said
“What’s this for?”
“Well son it’s a boomerang, the Australian outback walkers used to use them for hunting” The father being ever the inventive minds when they don’t know what they are talking about came up with his idea of what Billy’s ancestors were used for.
“you see son, out in the outback there isn’t much about other than desert, one of the main ways the aborigines would get food to appear would be to throw the boomerang, so other scavengers would see this and think it was a great bird circling food, so they would follow the sight of the boomerang, then bang the native would sting the unsuspecting animal, simple eh”
Dad said this with a little smile to himself.
“Cool can we buy it then”

Little Billy was delighted; here he was in the great outdoors, with father and son. It had taken him many years of waiting, but finally he was free, the wind blowing past as he steered himself round to return as he was designed to do. Whoosh after whoosh, all day until the sun began to cool.
The funny thing is, after it got dark Billy never seen the light again, he returned home with the father and son and was thrown in a cupboard,
The next day the young boy had met a friend who owned a Frisbee so Billy was forgotten.
All he had was his memory of that great day, and what a memory it was.
To Billy it was everything he had ever dreamed of; even if it was only for a day. He knew he was made of plastic and held onto the hope that one day someone will hold his wing again, knowing that these two shall pass.

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