What a strange story this was. One of those mythic lost stories I used to think about as a boy, trying to make something out of the grainy photograpghs I used to come across in books or magazines. No internet when I was a boy, you see. The whole world was made of wood. I thought it had a nightmarish quality to it. Like a fevered episode of The Avengers. Tonally it looked like a yarn told in a haunted Edwardian nusery. Perhaps it was. imagine this being beamed into your house one dark Saturday evening. And now the Toymaker is back for a rematch.
Oh my giddy aunt.
The words never felt more appropriate.
