Rudolph the red nose reindeer, Had a very shiny nose, And was particularly good at, Fighting off evil Weredeers when it guards the right house... For that night HarrowOrn had been selected for the kill and it was HarrowOrn that Rudolph decided to protect. "An easy kill tonight methinks, and no-one will miss the smelly town bum. This should be an easy meal!" thought the hungry devil deer. But easy it was not. As the Weredeer peered through HarrowOrn's window it felt an almighty painful sensation in its left thigh as Rudolph's antler connected with a punch more ferocious than Anthony Joshua in the first round of a world title fight. It was also particularly painful due to the niggling injury the Weredeer had after being taken out at footy the week before and which still had an almighty bruise. The weredeer, stunned and unsure, spun around to retaliate but was more dazzled than Bobby Pereyra by the glowing red flashing across it's eyes from Rudolph's nose. Confused and dazed, the Weredeer whimpered off into the distance to lick it's wounds and think itself lucky that at least it wouldn't get a three match ban. HarrowOrn was none the wiser having drunken a bottle of scotch and eaten 3 bits of thrown out chicken from the bin behind the local KFC. Meanwhile across the village, the same luck could not be said for Mike who, while on a stealing spree... I mean business trip... had picked the wrong pocket. As his hand went inside the jacket of this unsuspecting villager he felt a cold damp wet coarse fur (no, not Mrs Ploddlewood, the second Weredeer). Startled, he spun back but it was too late. A flash of claw and he was gone. A victim of his own greed... Mike was GOOD. The village is open. Voting closes at 8pm as seemed to work well today. Squibba, if you can't vote then email me and I'll do it for you. I'm off to Wembley tonight for my sins so will keep an eye on the voting and just do a simple reveal of whether the lynching is GOOD or BAD with no write up... as long as I get a signal!