One sunny, hot afternoon an aboriginal man was out hunting
for some food to feed his family and friends. He went out into the clear blue water so that it was just above his ankles. He looked from left to right, here and there, but there was no sign of a splash, or any sign of food he could catch. A few minutes had passed but there was still no sign of any food.
Finally, he saw a fish; he waited for it to come a little closer before he would decide to spear it. He gradually lifted his spear behind his back (as though he was scratching it) then, when he thought it was the right time, he threw the spear at a forty-five degree angle, so that it would spear the fish right through the back.
Immediately, the wind started to change direction and so did the spear (taking after the wind). The wind kept on picking up speed. Suddenly, a whale came up to the surface to take a breath. It was a midnight blue in colour, enormous and about the size of a tennis court. The spear began to drop in height.
Then, all at once the spear speared the whale right in the back. The whale felt a shot of pain run down through the middle of its spine. The whale cried in agony and pain as though it were dying or being eaten by a sea serpent. The man knew that the whale was in trouble. he dived into the water and swam as fast as lightning toward the troubled whale. At first it was difficult to free the spear from the whale's back.
The whale was splashing around in the water. The man tried to calm it down but it did not seem to work. Finally, the man freed the spear from the whale. As he took it out of the whale's back, it started to rain. After a while the man realised the water was coming out of the hole the spear made in the whale's back. That is how the whale got its blowhole.