Opening sentence: Ed Grimley is adjusting to his life as a garden gargoyle. It hasn’t been easy. The irony is Ed has never liked gargoyles. He published a definitive coffee table edition of hideous gargoyles. He now found himself in his Aunt May’s garden’s squatting with a look that suggested constipation was not his problem.
This was obviously payback for his crimes against the gargoyle. He never thought of them as vindictive, stupid yes, but never vindictive. It came as a surprise when Richmond the Garden Gargoyle from Number 23 knocked on his door and before saying anything threw a net over him containing a spell that resulted in his present circumstance.
It had been a week and he hated everything. The rain, the cold and the crawling thing that padded up and down his back sending cold shivers through him. He resigned himself to another evening of discomfort as a snail slid across his face. Yuck he thought what else can go wrong?
Morpethroad 
Never mess with gargoyles — be they on cathedrals or in backyard gardens. And, Ed, other things can go horribly wrong.
Great cautionary tale, Michael, about mocking gargoyles, or anyone/thing for that matter.
Thanks for playing along!
As Ed sadly found out
Poor Ed. 🙂
Poor Ed indeed….I guess he shouldn’t have messed with gargoyles…..lol
Ok so I don’t know how you make it funny and tragic at the same time but I loved this. Awesome.
Thank you so much…have a good good weekend..
And to you 😉
Oh man. I should not be grinning at poor Ed’s fate, but dang, I so enjoyed this. Well done!
Thank you so much…..glad you could stop by.
delightfully well written 🙂
Thank you it was fun..
Yuck he thought what else can go wrong? LOL Ed obviously hasn’t heard of Murphy’s Law
Ha, true Lyn. I keep thinking of birds and what they might do to him…