One day my mum took me to the park. On our way home we used to stop at the gargoyles at the end of the park. There was a happy face,a sad face,a goofy face and a missing face.
We where stood there that day when an old man appeared from nowhere he started telling us the story of the gargoyles it went like this...
One night four local teenagers came into the park after dark. They were goofing around making silly noises and having fun. Unknowing to them they had woken up the King Gargoyle of the Glen who was very angry about being disturbed from his ugly sleep. So he taught them a lesson by turning them into stone gargoyles and placing them at the end of the park.
As I turned to ask the old man about the missing one he had vanished into thin air boooohhh!