They villagers fall silent as they register the ominous clack…clack…clack on the gobblestones. The sound could only be made by a very specific brand of orthopaedic clod hoppers…are they legends true? She appears, nostrils flaring wildly. Fifty shades of grey hair wisping around her like a raincloud. She looks off to the side then back again. There are (ew!)MEN here. She must go carefully. Mothers usher their children inside for fear they will be renamed. Cats scatter in a thousand different directions to avoid the fate of being picked up unnecessarily…for the Gabbidgook has returned!!! She slinks towards the chain coffee shop, in need of sugar and sustenance stopping only to raise a clammy fist in anger towards the betraying sunshine before disappearing into the dark, granny trolley clunking behind her. Then streets are quiet. Only the dogs remain, for they alone are safe…
Even I don’t know what this is. I’m off my tits on cewvid antivirals.