Meet Mr Grout and his unholy flock. He's a pleasant looking man, always wearing a smile, always clutching at a bag of seed and a bag of crumbs. You'll often find him, on a park bench, the late afternoon sun through the leaves dappling his white hair and withering cheeks. Listen to his sing-song voice, his light laugh, and his unsettling tale.
Joseph | 23 Aug 2003