In the wild, wild west of the Home Counties, on the outskirts of Megacity One, were the Badlands of Wokingham.
There were no laws here, it was dog eat dog, mano e mano, nature red in tooth and claw, the law of the jungle where only the biggest, fattest cats survived.
This lawless land was ruled over by the Land Banking Robber know as John N Wayne.
John "Napoleon" Wayne was feared throughout the Badlands for his ability to see in two different directions at once, for his greatest power was his two faces.
For many years he ruled Wokingham with impunity. None dared to stand against him. For he was too powerful to fall, too strong to overcome. At least, he thought he was.
He came from the lush green pastures of Hurst, Remenham, Wargrave and Ruscombe in the North to raid the few remaining pastures of the poor peasant Southerners of Shinfield and Arborfield.
He needed their land to graze his three fat cats: Greedy, Grubby and Desperate. These cats fed on green grass, the greener the better, but what they really liked was other peoples grass. Mmm, somehow, other peoples grass always tasted so much better than your own. Besides, Big n Bad John N Wayne wanted to keep his own grass for sitting on and looking at. He didn't want his fat cats getting fatter on his green grass.
But then, from out of the earth in the South, there arose a mole, and his name was Mad Mole. He was mad because the Fat Cats were keeping him awake at night with their endless scratching and grubbing at the land. So he decided to stand up and be counted, to say; "Enough is enough! Leave me in peace with my grass and my worms".
Now it has to be said that Mad Mole was not a very likely looking hero. For a start he was quite a bit smaller than Big John and his Fat Cats, but he had a secret weapon. He also had a Super Power, but if I tell you what those are then the secret will no longer be secret and as for his super power, well we shall just have to wait and see.
NEXT TIME: Showdown at the O.K. Ballot Box