Here comes that charlatan Hamster Meg, again, here to peddle all her little made up predictions that are so vague that no-one ever questions them.
The year is coming to a close. It's December, christmas is a-coming, and all that. It's the month of christmas pies, santa hats, the queen's speech and watching the entire James Bond series on the telly.
But please remember, in England, eating christmas pies on the 25th of December is illegal. Cromwell introduced that law, and it never got repealled.
Why do we always start on Aries? Shouldn't we do one of the January stars first? I'm rambling, never mind.
Look out for that bus!
The moon is passing through your sign this month.
It's far too scary to contemplate. Argh!
Remember that your claws are helpful weapons during this month. You will get yourself lost and find your way onto a football pitch. Just remember to give the ball a good nip and let all the air out.
Come to think of it, nipping the football with achive the same effect.
December is a time when you can roam about the jungle and eat things. Wildebeasts are very tasty this time of the year. Just be careful not annoy those two legged pink things. They've got guns, and a perverse fetish about dead lions. What would your mother say?
You're a cynic who thinks that horoscopes are a superstitious waste of time. Click on the
image on the button bar and get on with life.
In the shop where you work, your owner will attempt to fiddle with your calibrations so that customers get short measures. There's nothing you can do about it. He will probably replace you with one of those modern electronic scales soon anyway.
Ain't life awful!
You are an evil bastard who goes about sneaking up on innocent beings and giving them a deadly sting, after which, you eat thier brains out. Enjoy yourself.
You will meet a long lost friend this month, but remember that he owes you a fiver. He will claim this never happened. Give him a good kicking.
Upr life will remain as boring as ever.
Your job has been obsolete ever since they invented pipes and taps. There is hope for you yet come next summer. The people of Yorkshire could do with someone with your skills.
You are still part of Engalnds national cuisine. You are doomed to end your life smothered in batter, fried and served with chips.