Once upon a time in a kingdom not very far away, lived a wicked old man that they called the nose snatcher. The nose snatcher had grey hair and a grey beard and some people said he looked like an old tennis ball that had lost its bounce. Maybe that was why he didn’t like little children making a racket.
Now, this wicked old man was very grumpy and very nasty and he lived on top of the mountain that overlooked a town called Newport. Three times a year the nose snatcher would swoop down to the town and in the dead of night he would steal noses from children as they were sleeping. The nose snatcher would only steal from the children who picked their nose and ate it. But what he did with all these noses no one was quite sure, if fact no one knows.
‘It’s not fair.’ He said. ‘I can’t go to school with no nose. I’m going to climb the mountain and get my nose back.’