We've heard rumours once again that Old Black Shuck has been seen wandering the place. Bedforshire has always been a bit of a safe haven for him.
Now, some think he's a devil dog. Some say that if you shout at him you'll die. Others say that it's a spirit of the Old Religion, displaced by the Celtic Christians with their bodhrans and dodgy poetry.
Whatever. There's a bowl of chopped liver up on the draining board. If he starts hanging around outside, and he doesn't get run over by Mr Toad, can someone stick it out for him? I don't like to encourage them, but they're nasty when they're hungry, are Shucks
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