Nancy Nansers and the Big Hairy Man Sneaking Into Her Bathroom
As she searched through her sock drawer for something to wear on her feet, gently flipping through the socks and selecting the socks her mum gave her after she won the Quidditch Cup against German Von Hagendass, she heard the thinking sound of a man coming into the room.
"Fee fi fo fum, I lied to my GP about my gender." The big beast said.
Nancy Nansers shit herself in fear.
"Feck! I've just taken a big shit!" She said, holding the socks in her hand. "Why are you in my bedroom?"
"Because I'm legally allowed to be in here now. The liberal elite have sold their souls and made it wrong for you to tell me to leave. This horrible future that so many incredibly talented writers said would happen has happened."
His hands were hairy like a hairy man's hands. Nancy couldn't move fast enough as the giant hands reached for her socks.
"Give me your socks!" Said the creepy guy who was now free to steal women's socks thanks to all of those rainbow flag waving wokenatti silencing all of the facts and making it illegal to be a woman.
"No." She said.
"Yes." He said.
"No." She said.
"It's illegal to be a woman." He said.
*The rest of the pages are just doodles of J.K. Rowling dressed as Jesus, being sacrificed on a firepit made from rolls of The Guardian*