CHRISTIAN BLOOD
After a million years' hibernation it throws off its rock duvet and arises from the forest floor, stomps long and hard up to their door; it smells them through the walls, six and more, this creature of their forgotten lore.
It knocks and is in right quick, thrusts its spear along a pew and has two Christians on a stick.
Then it saunters back whence it came, merrily carrying dripping small game.
The next day, the faithful follow the trail of red thrown over its shoulder, and pray when they're led to a plain ol' boulder.
