I saw the thing down by the bridge, but no one believes me. The books call it a Haagven and it creeps into your house at night and takes your children. I have two, but my husband doesn’t believe me about the Haagven. They say it hates rhubarb, that it makes the Haagven sick to smell it. Well my garden stretches around the cottage and in the summer it is full of growing rhubarbs. The place seethes with the smell of it. In the other months, we make rhubarb pies, and my family thinks I’m batty for pickling rhubarbs and placing the jars all over the house. But I do what I must, to keep my children safe.
Paddy Dobson
27th May 2024