Creekside, a castaway is improvising, |
... collecting useful doodads... |
... and close to making a new friend? |
Perhaps this is base camp for a hunter of the Medlock Mossworm, aye, the one with green fur and mushrooms hanging from its sides like barnacles and a roar like firecrackers? The one that uproots trees and knocks out power as it wends through the neighborhood?
A most rare vision: breaching behavior of the Medlock mossworm (Bryocostis medlockii). |