Simsian

We are not the only living occupants on this island,” Alice said. “What?! Are there other people here?” asked James. “No.” said a few voices at once. “Not folk like us boy,” said Arthur. “It be those Crespuculars.” William snorted. “The what?” asked James. “The Crespuculars or twilight walkers if you prefer,” Alex said. “It is due to them that we have to ensure every door and shutter is locked when we leave each night.” James had wondered why everything was so well secured. “If it was not secured the little thieves would rob us of our supplies, it has happened many times, though only a rare occurrence in my time, it was prevalent in the early days.” Alex explained. “What are they then? Some kind of wild dog, or cat?” James asked. “I be fearin’ no cats or dogs.” said William with some contempt. “The Crespuculars are neither cat nor dog, they are about two to three foot tall and are completely covered in matted hair, so much so that one can not define any features, the hair hangs down to the ground. They walk on two legs which are hoofed.” Alex was saying until Charlie interrupted. “Like my darling pony.” she sighed. “Indeed, but not as friendly.” Alex frowned at Charlie for interrupting his flow. “The hands of the creatures have sharp claws, not too long thankfully, but nevertheless could still do great harm. Before Thomas left us he wondered too deeply into the woods, beyond the boundary, two young Crespuculars were clawing at the ground around the dead wood, looking for grubs I expect, Thomas ran as soon as he spotted them, unfortunately one managed to jump on to his back! Imagine that old chum!”