On the fourth day of Christmas, Cardiff Council contacted Torchwood, concerning a group of peculiar creatures that had been spotted wandering around the Pengam Moors Allotments in Splott.
Sure enough, when the team got there, they were confronted by an unusual sight; about a dozen bewildered bird-like creatures were milling about carrying heavy-looking garden implements.
At the sight of them, Ianto groaned and buried his head in his hands.
Owen just looked puzzled.
“I don’t get it,” he confessed, “what are they?”
“I think you’ll find they’re the fork-hauling birds,” Ianto told him wearily. “The Rift has clearly gone bonkers.”
TBC in ‘The Fifth Day…’