"While shepherd watched their flocks by night, All seated on the ground, A Weredeer came up from behind, And ground the Shepherd down!" It was particularly pleased with the poetic version of the well known carol as it approached the window of this next kill. It had never been particularly good at poetry. Ever since wereschool when Mr Reinderpoop made it stand up in front of class to recite a poem and it peed itself, it had always had a creative block when it came to rhyming. But not on this night. On this night it's head was clear and its thoughts were sharp. It would be a swift kill. No messing this time. Grrwood was still awake cleaning his old grandfather clock, given to him by his friend Elfy McElfheadson on the anniversary of his 25th Centon. It read just after half past 27 (for those of you that aren't aware, the Elvish calendar goes up to 28 you know) and grrwood was humming away to his favourite tune... "Chim chiminey, chim chiminey, chim chim cher-ee, a sweep is as lucky as lucky can be. Chim chiminey, chim chiminey, chim chim cher-oo, good luck will rub off when I shake 'ands with you"... "Shake hand's with me then boy" came a whisper from the shadow... "You?!" quaked Grrwood. "But I was just g..." Grrwood didn't finish that sentence. As fast as a flash the Weredeer had thrust Grrwood's head hard and fast through the clock and into the chimney cavity behind leaving Grrwood's body limp and lifeless, the clock lay on the ground frozen on 27:42. Oddly enough, Grrwood's last thought was how impeccably clean his chimney was. Grrwood was really GOOD. Meanwhile, Cassetti's Beard was wearing his favourite Christmas jumper while trying out his latest trick, a Penguin motorcycle pyramid. It was rash, it was unheard of, but that was CB. Always pushing the limits of his little buddies. On this night though, it was to be one of his little buddies that was to see the end of him. The other Weredeer, keen on the odd game off arrows, had a game of penguin darts on its mind. Catching CB by surprise, it pinned him against the wall using 2 Emperors. It them picked up 3 King Penguins and one by one hurled them at CB. The first missed CB. The second, double 3 (ouch!). The third? "Bullseye" screamed the hairy beast. Straight through the chest. CB was no more. CB was GOOD The village is open. 5 left. If you fail to lynch an EVIL this evening, the Weredeers could actually win the game overnight! All votes by 8pm please.