The Wormton Lamb

Forget the stars, tealeaves or bathwater. The future for telling the future is the motorscope. If you're in a traffic jam then you're going to be late. Obviously. Unfortunately, Mrs Osmotherly is still learning how to interpret road conjunctions. She spotted the supercharged Vincent motorcycle of Hob the Soul Trader but she doesn't know what he's doing in The Vale of Wormton. Or that Slake has given her 2CV rather more than a service. The Mithering Brethren are trying to save Mr Heckmondwike from sin by thwarting him but he's too good a shepherd. He would never meddle with growth hormones. And he's never even heard of the G-gnome. But all their problems are exhibiting accelerated growth beyond the realms of biology. It's big. It's woolly. It's already got cloven hooves and soon it'll have horns. It is the terrible Lamb of Wormton.