Australian tea

The last time I wasn’t in Australia I visited the small village of Mersey that no one has heard of. Not being a Christian sort I stopped in at the local parsonage to have a spot of tea with the parson. He asked if I would like the local specialty, a tea made from Koala bears. (I didn’t ask how this was done; I couldn’t bear the answer.) I agreed and he brought out a pot of a dark and murky tea. I sipped it gingerly (it was accompanied by slices of candied ginger). It was quite good, but I quickly discovered that there were bits of hair in the tea. I remonstrated with the parson, who was quite surprised and replied in turn,

“My son, surely you know that the Koala tea of Mersey is not strained.”