It was rumored to have sharp claws,
web-like wings like a bat, big round cat eyes, and a stub where its
tail should be. It was thought to eat only the souls of lost
wanderers in the forest. It was supposed to be the height of eighteen
buckets stack end on end. Its voice was the volume of croak with the
vibrancy of a scream. Its skin was smooth as the lake's surface and
as orange as the setting sun. It could swim through the lake and not
sink!
Ingrid thought it myth. She'd believe
it when she'd seen it.
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