The iron gates creaked slowly open and through them stepped a large
hairy creature with a face that might have been hewn wholesale from
the sea battered cliffs of the Hebrides. So cold was it's expression
that merely to gaze upon it would send icy shudders through even to
one's marrow. Slowly and with lumbering gait, the creature moved
resolutely towards the house, raising a great fist to hammer upon the
great oak door.
Unknowingly, the master of the house opened the door, only to be
confronted by this animal that would have struck fear into the heart
of many. However, with the utmost self control he suppressed any
emotion and casually turned and called to his wife........
"Darling,your mother's arrived!"