over the course of many generations they greatly feared the beast and its splatty white droppings that soiled their pavement and made all messy their windows, angering them into arms and knees bent positions waggling pitchforks and torches and other farm equipment, howling at the lumbering THING that often did not move much but just sort of sat there with its head slightly cocked as if wanting to say something but never really having anything to contribute, thus greatly irritating the womenfolk.

do you not see that iam serious?
something in italics
goes here