Once upon a time in a very rural part of Maine there 
        was a small old farm house where there lived wonderful, but 
        strange lady named Haggy Baggy.   The little farm was at the 
        bottom of a mountain, and the front door looked up the 
        hillside pasture in front of the farm. Well, Haggy Baggy had 
        several children, and the eldest, a son, was somewhat off 
        normal, owlish, or a bit touched, as they say in Maine.  He 
        sometimes told the Haggy's descendents  stories (her grand-
        children or great grand-children), just as he had been told 
        stories by his mother, Haggy Baggy, but they were quite 
        different from Haggy Baggy's stories.  As a boy he had lived 
        in this old farm house, and he had felt presences in those 
        dark attics and in the cellars, cold writhing shadows lying in 
        wait until he turned his back.  It was on one of these cold 
        winter nights that he claimed that he had saved his little 
        sister, the mother of one of the grandchildren, from one of 
        these horrible presences, the one he called the Kingman, who 
        had flown through the night on his chariot pulled by two dark 
        horses and landed on the roof of the farm.  He had come to 
        carry off little Lizzie, and there was a mark on her hand 
        where the Kingman had grabbed her before her brother saved 
        her, or so he said.  And he also claimed that sometimes you 
        could hear old Lady Yaketso wailing in the attic.  Of course, 
        Haggy said that was just the wind, but who knows?  There was 
        constant consternation in the kingdom of Kuble Kax.  
        Apparently the Kax left a lot up to the Kingman, but he was 
        often thwarted by the continual bickerings and battles between 
        old lady Yakitso and old lady Cukard among others. And 
        apparently they all came here to steal little children and 
        carry them back to the kingdom of the Kax.  Also apparently 
        they had spies here who reported back to Kuble Kax's main spy 
        Catiline.  Catiline sent his spies here disguised as cats, and 
        they were called Cat I, Cat II, and so on.  The oafish son 
        said these spies had been around a long time, and that there 
        were stories of their evil exploits written in Latin.