by Dr Gonzo
Molly was a small white poodle cross that belonged to my mom and one night, we met a giant
|I heard her growl and I knew something wasn't right. Molly didn't like cats, and there were plenty of those around here after dark. But there was something in her tone that told me this was no cat.
She was a poodle/terrier cross and about thirteen years old...but she was a good watchdog and I trusted her alerts. It was a cold winter's morning around 4.30am...and as I rose out of my bed and opened my door, she was waiting there with a definite look of concern. Dogs are good at communicating once you got to know their nuances and body language, and as our eyes met in the darkness, she let out a quiet little bark, then headed silently towards our front door.
Outside, there was an enclosed verandah with glass panels and a sliding glass door. The night before I had let her outside to do her business before going to bed, and as it turned out, I had left the glass door ajar for her return...and when she made her way through the main house door we both now cautiously approached, I had locked it but had left the glass door on our verandah ajar.
It was then I heard a noise outside on the verandah, and Molly let out another growl...more serious than before. It was before dawn, but there was enough light to make out where the light switch was. I hit the light and simultaneously opened the door, and there before us stood a giant. He must have stood six feet five inches tall...but to us, on that cold predawn morning, he looked more like twenty feet tall. A south sea islander and as our eyes met, he looked at me with complete disdain...with not a skerrick of fear or surprise to see this little man and his white poodle standing not ten feet away. My hand remained on the door just in case this unwelcome intruder decided the telescope he held. my telescope...wasn't enough for his heist.
He was inadequately clothed for such a cold morning...wearing only a T-Shirt, shorts with no shoes. All he had was my telescope and a small blanket draped over his shoulder. We stood staring at each other for a few seconds until he had ascertained we were of no threat to him. He then casually made his way the few steps to the open glass door, carrying the telescope sideways across his body. As he went to go through the door, the legs of the telescope hit one side of the glass, and the cylindrical top hit the door jam on the other.
Looking back, I think he must have been under the influence of drugs because instead of backing up and turning the item so it would fit through the doorway, he again tried to go through, reminding me of a dog carrying a bone in its mouth trying to get through an opening too small. All the while, Molly and I stood watching in disbelief as the man-mountain performed his attempted exit.
He eventually managed to fumble the telescope through the door, but one side caught again, and he dropped it forwards and down onto the grass below. Up until this time, he had not made a sound, but as he made his way to the bottom of the stairs to retrieve his booty, his blanket dropped from his shoulder as he bent down to pick up the telescope.
Watching all of this unfold through the glass panel, and the safety of the main door, I could see his frustration boiling over as it seemed beyond him to manage to carry both items. It was at this point he abandoned his efforts, picked up his blanket from the ground, kicked my telescope with a grunt of displeasure, walked towards the gate and left. He was almost through the gate when I quickly made my way to the glass door and bravely yelled, “Yeah...fuck off!”
When he heard my words his stride hesitated for the smallest fraction of a second, so I closed the glass door and locked it. He then continued walking slowly away and down our street. Once I thought it was safe, I went outside, retrieved the telescope, went back inside, locked the door and went back to bed.
The next day I called the police and they sent an officer to get fingerprints off the item. I wasn't home when this happened and my mother told me later that the forensics officer was a lovely chap and had stayed for a cup of tea and a chat. It was then he had mentioned that his son had an interest in astronomy.
The telescope had been given to me by a workmate. He had won it in a competition and so the next day I went to our local police station and asked if they could contact the forensics officer to tell him I wanted to give the telescope to his son. The police officer I was speaking to said they are not allowed to receive gifts like that. I explained it wasn't for the officer, but for his son. So, they made the call and he came and picked it up the next day.
And here's the thing...if the intruder had just knocked on my door and asked if I wanted to sell the telescope, I would have given it to him for free. But in any case...it made for a strange morning the day Molly and I met a giant.