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?