i know it lives in there…with its human hands
This is one of the beasts that lives in a lake I used to go to each summer. It has human hands. Smells of black pepper and freshly cut grass. We never did see eye to eye on religion. He likes to falsify stone age cave paintings, thinks its wildly entertaining. May be a cross dresser, although gender differentiation amongst his species is so varied, I can almost never tell. He is invisible in full moonlight, obsessive compulsive. Constant hand washer, allergic to salt and dander. Likes canes, and freshly cut chives, reminds him of spring. Understandably speaks little English and what little of it he can pronounce often comes out sounding like the shrill screaming of children, scares the locals.
Tomorrow: I harness myself to an untrained horse. We strap badgers to the horse and also to me. We then hit and otherwise provoke the badgers.
