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off Cader Idriss!
    The three beings then began to mug him. Rough hands rifled his pockets: his prized mobile was taken, with all his victims’ mobile numbers. Caddoc’s supply of scattered sweets was ignored by the Hobs. But the little creature that had bitten and stung him – greedily stuffed its mouth.
    The three Tartarus Hobs then began to pummel him with their fists; grunting with pleasure. Just before he passed out, Caddoc heard the little flying creature whisper in his small, chunky lug-hole. ‘Blodwyn Jones sends greetings – never cast your shadow on her freckles again!’

C HAPTER F OUR
An Obscene old Slag
    A grotty, grotesque, gruesome – decaying, foul old Hag.
    Diamond rings on her crooked toes
    A filthy smelly, hairy, dirty obscene-cadaverous old Slag;
    A dew-drop dangling off her boney nose

    When Caddoc regained consciousness, it was pitch black and the mountainside was still. Nevertheless, his heart was soon back in overdrive. This was no nightmare; he could still feel the excruciating pain of the bite and the sting. Caddoc played possum, just in case his attackers were still near! The night was quiet, except for a splash down in the river and the call of a distant owl.
    Caddoc managed to crawl home late that night – unaware his ordeal was not over yet! His frantic mother urgently summoned policeman Sgt Thomas Thomas and Doctor Tudor Ellis from their warm beds.
    Caddoc looked a pitiful sight. His clothes were torn and damp with sweat and saliva from the three dribbling Tartarus Hobs. Caddoc had two lovely black eyes that made him look like a startled panda – caught in the bath.
    Caddoc’s father Morgan the Milk, had returned early from the hospital that evening with a hearty appetite and had polished off both the dinners in the oven; while Mrs. Morgan’s back was turned. His bandaged head slowly surfaced from the Sporting Life and looked at Caddoc; smiled then returned to his paper. Both professionals studied the bruised, battered and tattered Caddoc lying on the settee: with little sympathy.
    ‘What have you been up to Caddoc Morgan?’ Sgt Thomas asks.
    ‘I was attacked – mugged see,’ answers Caddoc sobbing, ‘there was three of the buggers!’
    ‘Three!’ repeats Sgt Thomas with surprise….. ‘can you give me a description?’
    Caddoc thought for a moment: he was used to lying and being believed. “If people believed his lies – they will surely believe his truths – after all it really happened! They just had to believe the truth – no matter how strange.” ‘They were dark, short and hairy – they had a sharp claw inside their legs, they stank….. And they kept gobbing on me!’
    Caddoc Morgan lifted his shirt and exposed his pallid, flabby love-handles which were covered in scratches. Once he had started, Caddoc could not stop his mouth or the streaming tears. ‘One jumped on my back and clung on – see!’
    ‘Aha,’ says Sgt Thomas, “a Cling-on” – was it, you have been watching too much Star-Trek Caddoc!’
    Caddoc ignored the policeman’s jibe and continued. ‘They took turns riding me – stuck their dirty fat smelly fingers in my gob and rode me like a bloody donkey – up and down the mountainside. When I was knackered, one bit my leg, then they mugged me…. stole my hundred quid mobile and my sweets!’ ‘Sweets! Did you say?’ repeats Sgt Thomas: writing everything down.
    ‘Don’t worry my cariad; Mam will get you another mobile,’ Mrs. Morgan consoles. ‘And then,’ continues Caddoc, they gave me a bloody good bashing.’
    Doctor Tudor Ellis examines Caddoc’s leg. ‘A bite all right,’ he confirms, ‘a big dog bite! That means a painful course of rabies injections, I’m afraid Caddoc,’ says the doctor preparing an overlarge syringe!
    ‘It was not a dog stupid,’ screams Caddoc, ‘how could a dog stick its smelly fingers in my gob and mug me?’
    The doctor and the policeman regard Caddoc with obvious