In the peaceful, pleasant countyside of Belgium, a gobblin lurks they say. In the shadowy half-light of dawn or twilight, the goblin they call Kludde waits to pounce on innocent passing near his hiding place. Those who have heard the stories listen for the tell-tale sound-clanking of chain with which the evil goblin often beats his victims. For those who do not know about klude, the first thing they become aware of is the fearsome shapeof a hugewinged black dog, walking on his hind legs and approaching remorsely.The faster you run, the faster he follows, slithering between the treeslike a great snake. With a pounding heart you realize that it is impossible to escape him.
Kludde can use other shapes as well. He can appear as an enormous furry cat that purrs the plaintively until the passer-by takes pity and then, letting out a blood-chilling yowl at the hand stretched out to pet him, he melts into the woods. Only then does the the would-be befriender recognize the two small flames over Kludde's head.
Perhaps the goblin's strangest disguise is as a hideous bird, flapping over farms and wakeful farmers at night, cackling and crying out,"Kludde, kludde! Kludde, kludde!