A Tommyknocker, a Peeping Tom and a Giant Chicken at Fernbrook Resort Freelton

A Tommyknocker, a Peeping Tom and a Giant Chicken at Fernbrook Resort Freelton
 
I was talking to some neighbours the other day and they had a surprising tale to tell. At 6:05 of the AM on Wednesday November 5th, 2014 (in the year of our Lord) some one or some thing banged on the back window of their home before running off faster than Ben Johnson on a cocktail of steroids (Ben Johnson the sprinter not Ben Jonson the dramatist).

And this wasn’t the first time such an event had taken place.

It had happened once before in June. And once prior to that in February.  

And a couple minutes after each occurrence, coincidentally, a car was heard starting up. Then driving away. Some sort of roostermobile if their description is correct.

They don’t know what to make of it.

But I think I do.

No doubt it was a Tom · my · kno · cker (noun).

A TOmmyknocker of course is one of those malevolently evil and narcissistic creatures that goes around tapping here and there and causing childish trouble.

Though too it could be a peep·ing Tom (noun).

A peeping Tom of course is one of those weird perverts who derives sexual pleasure from secretly watching people through the windows of their homes.  

But there is one other choice as well.

No, not an adult male turkey gobble gobble (ha ha ha good parallelism though) but rather some sort of chicken. A giant rooster perhaps. In search of an early morning bowl of Purina Instant Rooster Chow™. Because as fate would have it, adjacent to those neighbours it is alleged doth reside a giant lazy rooster with poorly veiled narcissistic tendencies.

Now if we could just put a name to that giant rooster this Hardy Boys style mystery could be put to a rest.

Cock-a-doodle-gobble gobble gobble




PS - I only used the word doth just because I wanted to sound cool – like I had read Shakespeare or Marlowe or Pope or Ben Jonson (the dramatist not the sprinter).