Something keeps coming out of the sea every winter.
Something big.
Something that nobody manages to report so it may as well be fiction.
All I know for sure is that it hates dry land and eats whatever it catches.Not people though, never anything that would make enough of a fuss to give it any grief. At least that's the feeling you get when it eyes you up on a particularly rainy day before dragging itself towards pigeons instead.
It's probably big enough to eat a full grown man whole but somewhere along the line it learnt we fight back too much. Judging by the sword that's still stuck behind one of its bony fins I'd say it didn't take too long to learn either.
We don't buy cats any more. We've moved the shelters further inland and tried everything we can to discourage birds from settling during winter but they still come and they're never fast enough and the bowling green's been stained red so often we might as well dye the grass and be done with it.
But no, we just pretend it isn't there while never fully turning away from it. Always keeping it in eyesight but never within arm's reach just in case. I doubt any hardman's little knife would do anywhere near the amount of damage an old sword would and I don't think t knows that yet.
Until it figures out how much weaker we all are, we're safe.
Something big.
Something that nobody manages to report so it may as well be fiction.
All I know for sure is that it hates dry land and eats whatever it catches.Not people though, never anything that would make enough of a fuss to give it any grief. At least that's the feeling you get when it eyes you up on a particularly rainy day before dragging itself towards pigeons instead.
It's probably big enough to eat a full grown man whole but somewhere along the line it learnt we fight back too much. Judging by the sword that's still stuck behind one of its bony fins I'd say it didn't take too long to learn either.
We don't buy cats any more. We've moved the shelters further inland and tried everything we can to discourage birds from settling during winter but they still come and they're never fast enough and the bowling green's been stained red so often we might as well dye the grass and be done with it.
But no, we just pretend it isn't there while never fully turning away from it. Always keeping it in eyesight but never within arm's reach just in case. I doubt any hardman's little knife would do anywhere near the amount of damage an old sword would and I don't think t knows that yet.
Until it figures out how much weaker we all are, we're safe.
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