Weemullee the Owl and Willanjee the Hurricane lived out in the desert. They were best friends always hunting together and cooking, talking and sleeping by the same campfire.

But one thing always bothered Weemullee: he could never see his friend, Willanjee! "You could always change yourself so that I could see you!" Weemullee would often say.

But each time, Willanjee would reply, "No, certainly not. You must never ask to see me. Can you not accept me as your invisible friend?" Then he would sulk silently for a while.

One day, the sun was up early and woke both the Owl and the Hurricane. "Shall we go hunting?" asked Weemullee.

"Yes," yawned Willanjee. "I'm so hungry — let's start at once."

So off they set. Weemullee carried a spear under his wing and Willanjee had his on his shoulder. Of course, the Hurricane was invisible, but Weemullee knew he was there because he could see the spear floating along beside him. "Look up in that gum tree," said Weemullee, pointing upwards. "A fat opossum. I'll circle around him and chase him down to you."

Willanjee hid behind some rocks, ready with his spear. As soon as the opossum came rushing down the tree trunk, Willanjee rose up from behind the rocks and flung his spear with deadly precision. The opossum fell to the ground with a thud and Weemullee and Willanjee gave cries of triumph. Later in the day they caught some large lizards and another opossum. Together they carried home their catch and cooked a hearty supper. As their campfire began to die down, Weemullee yawned and said, "Time to turn in." They both wrapped their blankets around themselves and lay down on either side of the fire. But Weemullee could not sleep. He was wondering, as he did every night, that perhaps Willanjee might become visible as he slept under his blanket.

Unable to contain his curiosity any longer, the Owl moved ever so quietly over to the Hurricane. Then, with his eyes open very wide, he turned back the edge of Willanjee's blanket to look... But a terrible thing happened. In the darkness Willanjee thought he was being attacked, so he flung off his blanket and shot into the air. As he swooshed upwards, he tore up bushes, scattered the glowing ashes from the fire and sent clouds of dusty red earth, sticks and stones whirling up into the sky.

Weemullee was swept up into a tree and dragged through its branches, his feathers flying in all directions. He just managed to grab hold of the topmost branch, clinging as tightly as he could until the Hurricane disappeared over the horizon. As he swept on, Willanjee now realised that he must have been startled in the night by Weemullee. It angered him so much that Weemullee had not respected his right to remain invisible that he never came back to live with the Owl again.

Weemullee flew far and wide, calling out for his friend, but he never again heard Willanjee's familiar voice — only the roaring and howling of the Hurricane. And, although the feathers he had lost eventually grew back, his eyes have always remained as big and as round as the moment when he had peered underneath Willanjee's blanket on that terrible night.