Another of Bill Wannan’s excellent Outback yarns:
A cocky in Western Australia took on a new hand. For breakfast, lunch and tea, day in, day out, week after week, he was fed a ration of rabbits — baked, stewed, fried, grilled, braised and roasted.
The new hand became violently ill. The boss scratched his head, and when that did no good, he gave the patient a good solid dose of Epsom salts.
The new hand showed no sign of recovery so the farmer decided it would be cheaper to bring out the local doctor than to bury the poor bloke.
“Hmm!” said the doctor. “Looks like food poisoning. What have you been eating?”
“Rabbits, doc,” moaned the new hand. “I’ve ate rabbits for breakfast, lunch and tea for the past three weeks.”
“What sort of treatment have you had?”
“Epsom salts, doc.”
“My good man, ” said the doctor firmly, “you don’t need Epsom salts. You need ferrets!”