As Mun-dee grew old he forgot about his past, and thought that he was from Australia and not New Zealand. He grew up wishing that he would be like the other Australians, overdeveloped bodies, chest hair shaped like Australia and a thick moustache. He grew up hunting with a bow and arrow for food, since he didn't want the company of family. He befriended the local tribes and even got a makeshift shiv from them. He would run in the wild, attend aborigine ceremonies, attempt to kick box an kangaroo and hunt.
After he was fifteen he bought himself a rifle with money he earned from hunting animals and selling them. But it was around this time that he tried a bit of liquor, a drink that his father called, moonshine. "So dad. What's this moonshine stuff I've been hearing about." His dad said "It's homebrew you can't drink it until it stops burning through our floor. His father put down his cup of moonshine and said "Only a true Australian can keep it down on first try." And Richard grabbed his dad's mug and chugged it down. Then he felt a vomiting sensation and went outside. He promptly threw up all over the bushes.
Little did he know that after their deaths he would be drinking more moonshine then his dad ever could. He soon went out to hunt but got the vomiting sensation when his rifle was aimed at a animal's head. The animal heard and ran but Richard threw his knife and it missed. The animal got away and Richard past out. When he woke up he was in a hospital and then looked around and saw a small hole in his stomach. His father was right by his bed and said "It's fine, that's just the consequence of some people drinking the shine early." Richard then put his pillow over his face and his father said "There's only one man in the world who can drink that without the hole." His father's eyes gleamed "My cousin Saxton Hale."
