[Holy moly, I am tired! Can I finish the post, d’you think?]
There’s supposed to be a cyclops terrorizing Scurveyshire, and a woolly mammoth stampede, and newts (Yes, newts). Violet Crepuscular, the Queen of Suspense, has a hefty bag of tricks.
Everybody’s holed up in Coldsore Hall. Outside, the June Taylor Dancers make whoopee with the mammoths. But I can’t find the cyclops!
See? This is what I’m looking for. Violet has misplaced her cyclops. It could happen to anyone.
And now I think I need a rest.