It was a quiet day in the picturesque Pennine village of Wolsingham....



The sun shone across the valley above the village.....



As the tumultuous chattering of Horsley Burn mingled with the sounds of blackbirds singing, and the air was heavy with the pungent smell of wild garlic, young trout flitted around the riffles and pools of the nascent stream. Life was good...



.....Until a mysterious tusk force went out on manoeuvres......



.... practising their elite ungulate skills.......



Suddenly.. The Terror Had Returned....



Who was this mysterious furry man, known only as Flembo? And why were the tusk force seen wading around in the stream with buckets and nets?

ITWSBT....


Last updated February 19th 2004
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