I was contemplating the moon at 2:30 this morning from the hot tub, and I looked down to see an enormous hound standing under the elm tree staring at me. It looked big enough to rip my arm off. I had a moment of frigid horror, and then the hound moo’d and wandered off, chewing its cud.
Dangerous Encounter
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"They all agreed that it was a huge creature, luminous, ghastly, and spectral. I have cross-examined these men, one of them a hard-headed countryman, one a farrier, and one a moorland farmer, who all tell the same story of this dreadful apparition, exactly corresponding to the hell-hound of the legend. I assure you that there is a reign of terror in the district, and that it is a hardy man who will cross the moor at night."
I was contemplating the moon the next night at 2:00 EDT which happens to be a more reasonable 11pm MST. But not from a hot tub. From a corral filled with magical white horses. They glowed in the moonlight and it was good.
But I know what you mean. My eyes do that to me, my brain leaps and I know what I saw. A dead rat that was really a stick. Etc.
Consider yourself lucky, Walter. You survived an encounter with…
…Hellcow!
The Cow of the Baskervilles.
Moof!
Marf?
A hound it was, an enormous coal-black hound, but not such a hound as mortal eyes have ever seen. Fire burst from its open mouth, its eyes glowed with a smouldering glare, its muzzle and hackles and dewlap were outlined in flickering flame. Never in the delirious dream of a disordered brain could anything more savage, more appalling, more hellish be conceived than that dark form and savage face which broke upon us out of the wall of fog.
The above is from "The Hound of the Baskervilles" and in no way should it be confused with a cow.
holy cowshit! oh, wait…redundant
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