Schools were closed for half term, and a child walked through the alley from Thesiger Road to Oxford Road in Abingdon.

There was a snake. It did not move.
There was a fox. It did not move.
There were giant footprints.

The child saw a mouse. A speech bubble over the mouse read, “There’s no such thing as a Gr——?”. The last word was too difficult to read. The child walked on.

At the end of the alley, there was something big — like a bear, but with tusks, orange eyes, and a wart.

It did not move. The child walked on.