Epilogue
Straw stayed where he had seen Thunder disappear for a long time, unsure of what to do. Nothing happened for quite some time. The device rolled to a stop and sat, silent and foreboding. Mrs. Henderson wandered by, oblivious to the carnage around her, merely asking him if he had seen Mr Penticton. He got a funny look on his face then and merely shook his head. As she started to leave, Tom began to wake up. Thinking quickly, Straw asked her to take care of Tom until he was all better. She smiled and agreed, taking a confused Tom by the arm and leading him away. That was the last time Tom was ever seen, though Straw was sure he lived his days out very pampered.
“When you see Thunderfunk,” she said as she walked away, “tell him that I have a fresh batch of cookies waiting for him.”
Straw nodded absently and watched her walk past the device without a second glance. He reached into his pocket and hit a button on the small controller he was carrying. A compartment opened and spit out a vacuum. “Oh there it is,” he heard her say. She grabbed the vacuum and put it into Tom’s arms. “That nice neighbour of mine borrowed this ages ago. I suppose he finished using it.”
Wiping a single tear from his eye, Straw walked away. He didn’t know what he was going to do now, but he knew one thing. The world would never see anyone like Thunderfunk the Superchicken again.
Straw stayed where he had seen Thunder disappear for a long time, unsure of what to do. Nothing happened for quite some time. The device rolled to a stop and sat, silent and foreboding. Mrs. Henderson wandered by, oblivious to the carnage around her, merely asking him if he had seen Mr Penticton. He got a funny look on his face then and merely shook his head. As she started to leave, Tom began to wake up. Thinking quickly, Straw asked her to take care of Tom until he was all better. She smiled and agreed, taking a confused Tom by the arm and leading him away. That was the last time Tom was ever seen, though Straw was sure he lived his days out very pampered.
“When you see Thunderfunk,” she said as she walked away, “tell him that I have a fresh batch of cookies waiting for him.”
Straw nodded absently and watched her walk past the device without a second glance. He reached into his pocket and hit a button on the small controller he was carrying. A compartment opened and spit out a vacuum. “Oh there it is,” he heard her say. She grabbed the vacuum and put it into Tom’s arms. “That nice neighbour of mine borrowed this ages ago. I suppose he finished using it.”
Wiping a single tear from his eye, Straw walked away. He didn’t know what he was going to do now, but he knew one thing. The world would never see anyone like Thunderfunk the Superchicken again.
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