Oolah the lizard was tired of lying in the sun, doing nothing. He took his boomerangs out, and began to practise throwing them. While he was doing so, a Galah came up, and stood near, watching the boomerangs come flying back. Oolah was proud of having the Galah to watch his skill. The boomerang hit the Galah on the top of her head, taking both feathers and skin clean off. Oolah was frightened when blood started coming out of the Galah’s head. He glided away to hide under a bindeah bush. The Galah followed Oolah. She caught him and made a hole in his skin.
Then, she rubbed his skin with her own bleeding head. “Now then,” she said, “you Oolah shall carry bindeahs on you always and the stain of my blood.” “And you,” said Oolah, as he hissed with pain from the tingling of the prickles, “shall be a bald-headed bird as long as I am a red prickly lizard.” So to this day, underneath the Galah’s crest you can always find the bald patch which the bubberah of Oolah first made. And in the country of the Galahs are lizards coloured reddish-brown, and covered with spikes like bindeah prickles.