More Fiends in my Sock Drawer

Clive’s father was a haddock fisherman who’s spare time was spent building sailing ships in bottles. His hobby was all consuming, and when Clive was born, he managed to convince the mother to let him put Clive in a bottle as well. It was a difficult job, and it took over three weeks before Clive’s head was big enough that he couldn’t get out again, but when it was all done, Clive’s father was left with a curiosity worthy of any fisherman’s mantle piece. Unfortunately Clive’s father grew to hate his offspring in a bottle, and one day when I was away in Ontario, he sneaked him into my sock drawer before disappearing off to an island somewhere in the South Pacific. Clive enjoys processed cheese slices and apple wedges.