IT could start drooling any second.
Look under the bed.
A bow tie and a fancy waistcoat? Don’t play cards with him!
I remember the Ginger Meggs strip from when I was a boy. Didn’t like it.
With Wolves snapping at your heels.
I was shocked when I first heard that The Rolling Stones were older than the Home Secretary.
I think that is a torch to give the scary light-from-below look.
We were spared the snow. We had to trudge for hours under the blazing sun across a desert of knife-sharp gibber stone, with snakes, spiders, and crocodiles lurking behind every dried-up clump of spinifex and saltbush. There was no water.
More scary stories around the space heater? Please, please, pleasepleasepleasepleasePLEASE!