ABSTRACT
A medical conference boring to the point of stultification. Amaranth Fillet looked as displaced as the author felt, so the author and his friends unimpacted themselves from a colorectal lecture by the famous AR Pito and disappeared into the bowels of the city. Amaranth immersed herself in the glorious architecture and unearthed obscure Middle Eastern sects. Young Edward the petrol sniffer knocked at the author's door one night when the author was on call for the base clinic, out in the desert near Western Australia. When the author and his friends arrived at the outstation some time later, the dogs all rushed into the headlights, hundreds of them, outnumbering the people. They were a real mixed grill, a Great Dane-type canine, a greyhound, a lot of houndy-looking dogs with pointy noses and ears that stuck up, and little lapdogs and silky terriers.
