By COLIN DOWLAND
The kitchen cupboard was dark. The lids were tight upon the jam jars and the cornflake box was sealed up for the night. Not a munch or a crunch could be heard.
In the kitchen drawers not a single spoon stirred. The kitchen clock struck midnight.Weevil K. Neevil
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