Originating in the Far Eastern suburbs of Stockport, these once thought to be mythical beasts have once again begun the unforgivable acts of sheer violence which made them famous during the industrial revolution.
It was a normal evening in mid November when an unsuspecting mother going by the name of Mary Jane took her family for a midnight walk around the old graveyard.
It's quite a strange story actually becase originally he was atheif but only later did he realise his true calling as a thin opera singer.
It was an ordinary day, except that I had just inented it and therefore it was entirely fictional and the roads were a curcious shade of mauve.
It was Christmas, well actually it wasn't, we'd just told him it was he'll probably be quite annoyed when he wakes up and it's just another day in March.
It had been a strange night, that parrot had really freaked him out, he had never even thought it possible that any creature could eat it's own forehead.