Bad Moon Rising

 As the clever bods who thought blowing up the moon as a display of military might didn't get their way tonight's moon was full which as we all know is the cue for all lycanthropes to congregate and create mayhem until they wake up naked in the local zoo, temporarily hid their embarrassment behind some poor kids balloons before hightailing it home in an ill fitting red ladies coat. So I was extra cautious on my way round to the Technohermit to deliver his stoup for dinner (stoup is not stew or soup but a cunning mix of the two, totally delicious) not to make too much noise just in case any werewolves were about.

 My posse of Berners on the other paw made enough noise to attract (or scare away) all creatures of the night and one by the ghost house (don't look back) scared the life out of me by making hideous crunching noises in the darkness ahead.

Once I activated  my new toy, a super duper Moon Meteor light, smaller than a box of matches, 200 lumen power, 3 hour battery life and recharges from your PC, ideal for all cyclists scared of wolfmen, the chilling bone crunching sound turned out to be nothing more sinister than the Berners eager to get their 5 a day  tucking into fallen apples.