DRACULA BECOMING DAFFY DUCK

Dracula  with  empty cheese  bowl.

A report  came through to the Queen of the Jungle  that Dracula, the missing Dutch cheese eating  Coucal  on Magnetic Island , had  been seen sitting in the middle of a busy road and could have a wonky wing.  The informant  had  chased  Dracula into a nearby vacant allotment ...came home and  got  the bird  some cheese ! 
 

On hearing this , the  Queen of the Jungle  and  a  Kiwi neighbour  then  went looking for   the wayward  bird armed with a blanket in which to wrap him  should he be injured. They called his  name, peered  up trees and stumbled about  in long  grass . Cyclops  joined  the hunt  and uttered  seductive Whoop! Whoop! calls   which  in the  past   had  brought  Dracula running to investigate .    

 

No  response , so Cyclops left the search party  and  went  home to take his  afternoon medication and talk  to  Curlews  . The women  eventually spotted Dracula  high up in  an overgrown  ficus , but he   refused to come down. As the tree is not far  from a Thai  cafe  it  was  thought  Dracula  may  have tired of  cheese  and  taken  to  Asian  tucker.   

Late  one   afternoon , a week or so later , there was a  sudden  flutter in the palms at the front of  our  residence  and  there  was  Dracula .When  I addressed  him by  name  and uttered a few hearty   Whoop! Whoops!, he  moved closer and peered at me .  Wretched  Currawongs  dive  bombed  Dracula and  chased  him  away . Some cheese was  placed near the  tree in which he was  last seen . The following morning  all the cheddar had  gone...probably eaten by a stray  dog , possums  or some  other  marauding  critter .  Come  home  Dracula; the Queen and the  kind lady from the bespoke  Mexican restaurant who saved   you  in the first  place when you were a defenceless kinder   are  both concerned about  your safety .