Quong was a creature of the olden olden days, even before grandmother.
He was a short fellow, or, at least, thatÕs what they said, with long, thin legs and an even longer, thinner tail. His face was fat and wrinkly, and big bushy eyebrows kept out the sun and flies.
At least thatÕs what I think he looked like, though noÐone has actually seen him that IÕd believe. Which, of course, was the trouble.
Some people say that there are no such things as quongs, that itÕs a stupid name, and that if there were any thereÕd be pink elephants, too.
But those people donÕt think Father Christmas comes every year, either.
Of course this is all nonsense. There must be quongs and we must find them.
And, if this storyÕs any good, we will.
So letÕs begin the search!