Notes

It’s crunch time in Bungawitta. The land’s as dry as a dead galah, there’s no rain in sight, and only twelve people left in town. Little Glory-Alice blames it all on the TV weather man. Jay knows better. Nobody can make it rain. But a shower of money would help keep Bungawitta alive, and a festival would attract city tourists with money to spend, Jay’s sure of it. But can twelve people, two dogs and a shetland pony put on a proper festival? Only time, and the ABC, will tell.