The curse of the coq (a story suitable to childern of all ages)

Living in semi-rural surroundings is going to be fantastic, so peaceful and quiet, thought these two city lads… Well, this story actually begins in Australia. We live in an inner-city suburb, on a busy suburban street which quiets right down in the evening and for the night. We sleep on a single-coiled mattress, meaning not even either of us’ unintentional jumping and turning during the night, can disrupt our sleep. This till suddenly early one morning, a coq made his presence clear! Not that we mind a coq early in the morning… but definitely not the singing one! At first we thought we misheard this noisy coq, in inner-suburbia? Really? But as the mornings came and went, and our hearing more acute and attentive of that distinctive sound, it was clear: There is a coq somewhere near! These two lads are action men! We investigated and got proof that the local council/shire does not allow the keeping of coq in inner-suburbia. Perfect! Straight onto the phone and requesting to speak to the right person handling unwanted coqs! Regrettably we were unsure of the location, except it that it was within ear shot, and hoped we were not the only ones alerting them of this fact: NEGATIVE, we were the only ones, go figure?? Plan B needed to be thought of and fast! This meant either finding the location and/or more people that know the keeping of coqs in this area is unlawful. The Swiss lad decided to print a little piece of paper with the clear information that no coqs can be kept and the phone number to call, should one hear its call. Photocopies were made and off he went one late afternoon, walking the perimeter of the entire block and mail dropping this important information. Lady Luck struck the Swiss lad! Just as he approached a driveway with pamphlets in hand, a lady was getting out of her car. On the question if she knew of a coq in the area, the lady replied, with a most charming and accepting smile: “Of course, he lives right next door!” Pamphlets were quickly hidden, and a quick but friendly reply was muttered: “Oh how nice!” and off the Swiss lad went. The address was memorised and the mission now continued with renewed energy, making sure not to miss one single letterbox around the entire perimeter of this coq! Quick call to the Italo-Aussie lad: “Mission Accomplished! Coq located! Over and out!” The moment the headquarters were reached, the phone came out and the ranger was called, this time with exact coordinates. The days came and went, but each morning, this coq made his persistent presence known… Hmmm, heavier artillery was required. The RSPCA (animal protection agency) was called and advised of a poor coq and his female counterparts living at location Y, on premises that look fairly unkept, which raises the eternal question: “Is this coq clean?” The lady kindly advised it is law that coqs and his harem of females are to be cleaned every 24hrs! Between you and I, let me assure you that by the looks of the house, there is no way they are looked after every 24hours. Matters were left with them. These 2 lads thought once coming to our new quarters in Bali, surely, it will only be rice paddies and butterflies… On the first morning a chorus of coqs made their presence known at the late hour of 0600…, followed by barking dogs and the mooing of some very attractive if not somewhat large, brown cows! Oh well, the sun is shining, the sky is blue, we have wonderful food on our plates and these 2 lads just keep grinning at each other for the adventure of our lifetime! What-else does one want from life?