Fuzzy Claymaker and the Non-Magical-Person's Rock

Chapter I

Mr. and Mrs. Dorsley, of number 44, Private Drive, were proud to say they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. They were the last people you would expect to be involved in anything abnormal or mysterious, because they just didn't hold with such nonsense.

Mr. Dorsley was the director of a firm called Grumblings, which made drills. He was a big, beefy man with hardly any neck, although he did have an obscenely large mustache. Mrs. Dorsley was thin and blonde and had nearly twice the usual amount of neck, which came in very useful as she spent so much of her time craning over garden fences, spying on the neighbors. The Dorsey's had a small son called Doodley and in their opinion there was no finer boy anywhere.

The Dorsleys had everything they wanted, but they also had a secret, and their greatest fear was that somebody would discover it. They couldn't bare it if anyone found out about the Claymakers. They didn't want anyone to know that Mrs. Dorsley's sister and her good-for-nothing husband. They shuddered to think if they and their small son showed up on their doorstep.