Crime doesn't pay


Oh dear. The poor dirt men really didn't know what to make of the bundles of bin bags piled up on the verge of the HenHouse. Frankly, I'm not sure I knew what to make of them either.

Granny, you see, went on a frenzy of note. In fact of all the lunar rages we've been subject to since we've been on Earth, this last one was significant in it's wanton violence. One thing I can safely say is this: there were no bodies in the bin bags. Rather, there were bits of dismembered humans, in vast quantities - though in some instances it was hard to tell just which bits they were or what humans they'd come from.

You see, it went like this.

Aunt Aggie did her pentacle with her crystals. She sat out there and meditated long and hard. And then left the pentacle to get on to it.

Things are drawn to pentacles... or rather, they're drawn to the power of them - and boy, this one was like a honey pot to a Pooh Bear.

It seems every crim from miles around must have heeded the pull of Aunt Aggie's magic.

And Granny was waiting for them, slavvering at the beak, her eyes flashing red, feathers on end, her claws - razor-sharp - poised. Actually, no, not poised, twitching would describe them better.

Chicken Man was out there too but ultimately there wasn't that much for him to do - aside from through up prolifically every now and then as blood, gore and guts went whizzing past him.

I'm not sure how many evil-doers Granny took down - it was hard to tell from all the bits scattered about the verge. May have been 15, may have been 50. The eerie thing was she did it all in total silence. No were-howls of rage, no snarling or cussing. Frankly, some screeching would have been good. But no, in the deathly stillness of a full moon midnight the only sounds that could be heard were the occasional slop and plop of human vitals falling to the ground.

Frankly, I say "good on the old girl" - someone needed to take matters in hand since the government have clearly abdicated responsibility with the suggestion that those who whinge about crime should leave the country. Well, yes, there's something to that, and I'm waiting to hear what the Novapulsian response to my request to return home will be.

Darn, I still have blood under my talons - and I thought I'd scrubbed it all away...