“Too Near For Comfort”
A large island has on the eastern seascape an island rising up neighboring to it. Now on the western seascape on Cuckoo Island looks like Chanticleer the Cock of Chaucer fame could be roosting on it. Neither the islanders in the large island thot the twain could be one until now perhaps? Who would take on whom time will tell! The inevitable must win one day. Could it be Chanticleer the Cock?
