At the end of the hall, a second door stood ajar. Beyond it, a common room.
Room to let. Cheap. Inquire within.
The pig smiled. It had very small, very white teeth. Welcome to the Peeg House-
The third was just a suit of armor. Empty. But it was rocking gently in a chair by the fireplace, and every few seconds a muffled snore came from inside the helmet. At the end of the hall, a second door stood ajar
The first was a pig. But not like any pig on a farm. This one was the size of a bulldog, with bristly ginger hair and spectacles perched on its snout. It held a tiny cup of tea in its trotters and was reading a newspaper upside down. At the end of the hall