Today I'm sure I encountered one in the allotments. Everywhere was frozen, and there was thick ice on the baths. As I walked down the avenue leading to my plot I heard the most curious noise, a cross between a grunt and a croaking sound.
It was a wild earthy sound, with a feeling of raw energy about it. It reminded me of when I encountered a muntjak in the woods whilst resting one day. He was asserting his claim on the land by stamping his hoof, and it reverberated through the earth. There was a more generous, almost kindly quality to the frogpig's declaration though. It was rudely encouraging.
I couldn't work out where it was coming from, so it seemed to be a rather otherworldly presence, as if created by a creature in the astral realms. I began to imagine what this creature would look like, and came up with this:
My attempt has made me respect the skill of those medieval illuminators; in particular their ability to draw smooth curves. Maybe I should try a quill next time.
A more down to earth explanation of the noise would be that there was water escaping from its icy bonds in the frozen pipes connecting the baths to the pump.
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