Ozle: Pronouced as Ooo-Zel
When I were a wee child back on the shores of Tuvalu we were a very poor family, poor than even the average standard of living amongst the hut people of Lolua island province.
Some days, instead of going to school my mother used to send me and my poor sister down to the beach to hunt Boggis's. they were a tricky animal to catch, being part way between a crab and a rabbit. So they move sideways but in a sort of hopping motion, and you had to watch out for thier claws. As they jumped along the beach they let out a cheery cry, a bit like the Oooooh before the Aaaahh when you are watching fireworks.
Because of the claws and and the hopping many a Tuvaluan lost thier fingers to a Boggis, and that was thier weaving days over (There were pretty much only two industries on Lolua, weaving and collecting Guano...and let me tell you, the Guano wasnt anybodies first choice!)
So the best way to catch them was a cunning trap made of large coconut shells, vine, a pile of thorny leaves and the rest. I imagine you can visualise it so no need to go into detail. But as the Boggis would come along, jump onto the thorny leaves and spring faster in the air than it could control. There it banged its head on the hollowed out coconut, which came down on top of it, trapping it for the canny hunter to collect at lesuire
BUT WHAT DOES THIS HAVE TO DO WITH YOUR NAME? I hear you, i hear you.
Well, as the Boggis hit the top of the coconut it used to spin round a bit, making the same sort of noise if you put a metal ball in a cup and swirl it round. This came out as a zzzzzzzzzzzlllllllll
So it is in homage to those days, and my poor sister that I put the noise you used to hear while hunting Boggis's to my name as memory of those better days
Ooooooooozzzzzzzzllllll
