CHAPTER 1 WINDY GROWLING, SCOWLING AND MONSTERACIOUS HOWLING There was a deep growl carried on the wind. It wound through the trees and blew from the forest. Ben, a stringy scruff of a boy, stopped riding his bike around the garden and paused. ‘Did you hear that Jen?’ Ben asked half whispering. He glanced over […]
Everyone in the Yuck Clan could armpit slime a moving target at one hundred meters if necessary. If he was ever in danger then he would lift an arm and a jet of slime would cover his assailant. Yucky was designed purely for repulsive monsterdooom.