A Unicorn Bite

1. EXT - DAY

Two Aussie men, Harry and Tony, mid forties, sit beside a river fishing. Beers in one hand, rods in the other. Nothing can be heard except the ambiance of the Australian bush. The silence is soon interrupted by a loud buzzing noise, all of sudden Harry jumps back and whacks the air around his ear.

HARRY
Oh Christ! Something just bloody bit me!

Tony looks up bemused.

TONY
Yeah?

HARRY
Yeah mate, yeah, hurt ay. Think it was one of them bloody march flies.

TONY
Yeah? A horse fly ay?

HARRY
What? No a march fly mate, a march fly, a bloody march fly bit me.

TONY
Yeah mate, a horse fly bit ya.

HARRY
Nah mate, a march fly bit me.

TONY
Yeah mate, a horse fly bit ya.

HARRY
Mate, why do ya keep sayin’ horse fly? It wasn’t a unicorn mate.

TONY
Yeah, I guess it wasn’t a unicorn, we would have noticed that ay? March fly musta bit ya mate.