Once, there was a little old lady called Edith.

She had wispy white hair, a kind, wrinkled smile, and a bubblegum pink handbag; the kind filled with bits and bobs to solve any situation.

Where Edith lived, lots of naughty children would run around the streets making a horrible noise, shouting blasphemous curse words and sometimes even throwing eggs at her window!

Edith couldn’t sleep for all the noise, and was really too frail to be cleaning yolk off her house, so she thought long and hard about how to solve her problem.

She decided to invite the teenagers to her house for a meal – any of Edith’s friends would tell you she had always been a mean cook.

Her opportunity came one night, when she spotted the boy she had identified as the local hooligans’ ringleader leaning against her fence and waiting for his friends.

By the time they arrived, she had already battered him round the head with her brick-laden handbag, dragged him to her basement and gobbled him up whole!

But Edith was still hungry…