I was just walking along one day, when I came across
this tree with an old bike merged halfway in its magnificently massive trunk, an
oak tree it was, radiating in its mystery I reported it to the W.H.D. (Weird Happenings
Department) the place where the supernatural occurs - like zombies attacking
pixies. Yes, I know this all sounds like a daydream but it's real. My name is Detective
Zom, a world class supernatural detective. When houses go missing in the
middle of the night who do you call? Me. With professional gadgets I sniff out
the disturbance in time.
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