“Upon reaching the leafy shore of Symia I was struck by the unmistakable odor of a bomnubble. ‘Woe!’ said I. But to my surprise, this beast, while dangerous to the senses and the body, was no eater of people. Instead of the fierce, flesh-rending tusks, little round nubs not unlike the teeth of a horse protruded from its lower jaw.
I stood as still as a tree in my tree costume and was forced to wait seven hours before the Symian bomnubble wandered away from the beach and into the wood.”