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dapandapod · 1 year

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Retired Geraskier at Corvo Bianco, with Trans!Ciri x Cerys comes to visit; a sappy love story 🥰

Early spring always makes Jaskier’s smiles brighten. Geralt watches the sun stay for longer and his husbands energy return. Winter usually makes his bard docile, snuggly, it is almost like he hibernates. Which is funny, because whenever he cracks the joke about how Jaskier really is a bear, he gets bit. Among other things.

Birds are returning with the warmer winds, there are little buds breaking out on the branches on the trees surrounding Corvo Bianco. The mud is still everywhere and there is still frost in the early mornings, but the promise hangs in the air.

Any day, their very own little sparrow will come visit them. As soon as the Skellige seas allows them passage, Ciri and Cerys will join them for a few weeks, before they are to travel onwards. Geralt is… nervous.

They had sent a letter ahead when they arrived at port, promising to bring Jaskier one of the new fancy hats he has been talking about. His hair has streaks of grey now, at long last considering how old he actually is, and he is torn between hiding it or wearing it like a crown.

Time pass differently now when they are retired, but Geralt thinks it suits them. Ciri and Cerys finding each other had been no surprise, and their handfasting had been beautiful. Witchers not crying is absolute bullshit when not one but five Witchers stood by, bawling their eyes out with snotty noses.

Vesemir would have been proud.

Jaskier seems to notice the carriage first, pulling him along by the hand and down out into the courtyard.

It is drawn by a bay mare, tail held high from the ruckus made by the geese and peacocks running out of the way.

When the door to the carriage opens, Jaskier gasps and clasps his chest, leaning into Geralt. Which is good, because Geralt’s head is spinning and he desperately needs an anchor to reality.

Ciri has her hair let down, she jumps out quickly and turns to help Cerys - who has a baby bump.

Cerys climbs down easily enough, despite Ciri’s fussing.

When Ciri finally turns to look at her fathers, she holds a protective arm around Cerys back, chin sticking out stubbornly.

“Hello.” She says a little hesitant, as if assessing their reaction.

“Oh you silly child, come here!”

It’s like a dam broke, and Ciri falls forward into both of their arms, and Geralt finally finds it in himself to move, to wrap around his tiny family.

“It’s mine” Ciri whispers and Geralt laughs. Jaskier disentangles himself to greet Cerys, and coo over their grandchild. Well, as much as he is allowed. Cerys never needed Ciri’s protection, she got teeth and claws of her own.

Geralt holds Ciri tightly, breathing her in.

“I didn’t dare believe we could.” She whispers. “Being who I am, I mean. We tried for so long.”

Oh yeah, here comes the waterworks. Geralt feels himself tearing up, and he laugh sobs into her shoulder.

“I’m so fucking proud of you, cub.”

“Geralt, you old sap, you are going to make me cry too!” Jaskier complains, but he is smiling too.

When finally they let go, and while wiping his tears, Geralt approaches Cerys. She is a woman grown now, wearing her own battle scars and laugh lines. Cerys of Skellige, his daughter in law.

The bump is not very big yet, but clearly there. She allows him too a hug, a short, tight one. She never was a hugger, but she keeps her arm around Geralt’s back.

“We only realized on the boat ride over. I have never been sea sick a day in my life, but I guess I finally know what it’s like.” She says with that crooked smile of hers.

They make small talk as they step inside. There are a thousand questions he wants to ask, but most of all, he wants to be there.

“Will you manage a boat ride back to Skellige before the baby is due?” Jaskier asks finally, after they have withdrawn to the patio to bask in the setting evening sun.

Ciri grimaces, and Cerys frowns.

“Oh dear, I seem to have breached a sensitive topic. Forgive me.” Jaskier amends quickly.

Both women look at each other, taking hold of each others hands.

“We have haven’t decided on anything yet. It depends on how it progresses from here, I suppose.” Ciri says, squeezing Cery’s hand, who smiles back at her.

“Our new Major Domo still lives in the village. We have a house free, if you wish for your own place to stay. You know you are both welcome here for as long as you wish.” Geralt says carefully, and Jaskier beams at him. The laugh lines in the corner of his eyes make Geralt infinitely fond.

“We will…. Talk about it.” Cerys says, surprising them all, resting a hand over her round stomach. Their child. Geralt’s…. grand child. “We will see what the future brings.”

Retirement is not what Geralt expected. A husband something right out of his dreams. A child? A grandchild? Had it been one of Jaskier’s songs, Geralt would call him a romantic fool.

But here he is, at Corvo Bianco with his bard, his daughter with her child in her arms.

#the witcher #geraskier #trans!ciri #ciri x cerys #geralt of rivia #jaskier #retired Geralt #silver fox Jaskier #tooth rotting fluff #fluffy #because I want #badass cerys #mixing medias like no tomorrow because I can #dapanda writes

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not-another-robin · 2 years

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Alright @t4tbruharvey asked for both Cassie and Alfred so we're GETTING both Cassie and Alfred <3 <3 this time Cass! Forgive me I don't know too much canon info about her, if anyone has comic recs lmk! I'm also gonna skip a few cuz I just don't know enough for it

favorite thing about them

I love that she's allowed to be a scary urban legend!! Her costume rocks and she was never (to my knowledge) kiddie or sidekick-ified, you look at her like wow that's the mf Batman! She's a young girl but thats a fucking Batman if I ever saw it! I'm also a sucker for characters who look like they could kill you because they absolutely can, but at the end of the day they're sweeties <3

least favorite thing about them

Mmmm idk, I kinda think the idea of "the language parts of her brain were developed into fighting parts!1!1" is um. Dumb ajdbwjs like it's just that DC brand of making science shit up, it's hilarious but it's a little silly for Cass. But I do like the idea that she communicates differently in general, I think having her speak in sign language is cool (she's more comfortable speaking with her body because that's what she is wired to focus on) or she has abbreviated speech, I think it would just be a neat bit of rep to have a very capable hero speak non-traditionally.

BroTP

I love her and Dick bonding over Eldest Daughter syndrome together despite neither of them being those things. I just think they'd have a fun dynamic, spine shatteringly capable but also in a silly and goofy mood. They paint each other's nails and watch YouTube commentary videos

OTP

I actually don't ship her with anyone! I just don't know which characters interact with her/are in her age range. Plus she strikes me as a lil aro/ace on vibes alone.

random headcanon

Animals really like her! Like, to a noticeably odd degree. When she walks around Gotham she gets lovingly accosted by like multiple crows. The geese in the Wayne pond only answer to her. There are multiple stray cats she knows by name and come by to be fed at her windowsill. Damian is a little jealous and wants her to teach him her ways, but she always just shrugs.

song i associate with them

My first thought was Escapism from Steven Universe :") baby Cass energy

favorite picture of them

Again I havent read her comics but a quick scroll through Pinterest produced great results. Also bonus I LOVE this interaction between her and also

#batman #dc comics #cassandra cain #black bat #narspeaking

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luvnami · 3 years

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𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 - take a break from big d*ck issei and have silly boy issei. this is x fem!reader!

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 - use of ‘sweetheart’

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 - 568

“my lady, may i have this dance?”

matsukawa extends his gloved hand towards you, a charming grin on his face. you purse your lips together as you consider his offer.

“is that all you have to say?” you reply.

his confidence dissolves as he chews on his lower lip, cheeks growing red.

“come on, are you going to leave me hanging again?”

“i wouldn’t mind, issei.”

“please? i can feel some nasty ladies staring at me, and i don’t want to be gossiped about at their next tea party.”

you pretend to be disinterested, fanning yourself as you survey the packed ballroom. couples dash towards the dance floor while arm in arm, giggling at private jokes as they twirl away to the music.

“i don’t know, issei. iwaizumi looks particularly charming with his new silk today. i might go and snatch him up before that gaggle of geese do.” you narrow your eyes at a group of flirty ladies that coo at the poor man — who’s simply trying to get a glass of wine.

matsukawa face falls.

“sweetheart, just one waltz. that’s all i’m asking for,” he pleads as you and iwaizumi make eye contact across the room.

he perks up, seemingly calling for help with his awkward glances towards you. unfortunately for him, you pull a sad face and place your hand in matsukawa’s.

“one dance,” you repeat, tucking your fan away and pulling the man towards the middle of the ballroom.

matsukawa’s face flushes as his other hand comes to rest on your waist. you can feel the warmth of his skin through your dress. to the tune of the hired band, the both of you become one with the crowd as you dance and spin to the music.

“i think we’ll have to take a break after this, issei,” you say breathlessly, your cheeks warm.

“if only you’ll let me have another dance later on.” his eyes stare into yours, making you swallow and tear your gaze away to look at your feet.

“i thought you promised one waltz and nothing more? has your resolve begun to crumble?”

you stiffen as matsukawa leans forward and his hot breath tickles the shell of your ear.

“my lady, i believe your beauty would easily charm a thousand men — me included. forgive me for wanting a second more with you.”

he pulls back with a proud look on his face, though you can tell that he’s embarrassed by what he said, as the tips of his ears burn bright. you giggle as matsukawa stumbles over his own feet. cursing, he mutters an apology to you and somehow completes the waltz without actually falling over.

the dance ends, and couples drift to the edges of the crowd for refreshment, while others replace them. a new song begins.

“issei?”

matsukawa tightens his grip on your hand a little more.

“you can have my next dance.”

his eyes brighten and he nods furiously. “thank you, i will-”

you stop him with a kiss to the side of his lips. “and all of my dances tonight.”

you delight in the lovestruck look that he gives you, face so red one might have thought that he was drunk. matsukawa lets you lead him back to the dancefloor as he recovers from his brief stupor.

he doesn’t let go of your hand till the night is over and your feet are sore.

#matsukawa issei #matsukawa issei x reader #matsukawa issei fluff #matsukawa x reader #matsukawa fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff

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emperor-palpaminty · 3 years

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So no complaints and I love your Wild west au, but you write a lot for it. So what's the charm in it for ya?

Hey anon!! Forgive me for being sentimental, but I've been thinking a lot about why I like the Wild West AU. It took me a while to answer this without sounding preach-y or anything, but I think I've summoned up something, no matter how cheesy it sounds. Prepare for cheesy poetic language, for I have never been good at prose.

So I grew up on a ranch. I teetered around and get cattle out of my little hands and chased chickens and watched my dad brush the show horses. I was a daddy's girl and would climb the hay bales and watch him water the mud in the pig pen.

When I got older, we only had cows and horses. I would get up in the middle of the night when my dad called me in my college dorm and I would drive out to the farm, thirty minutes, down the winding icy roads, and helped my grandad and brother pull a calf out of a cow who was having trouble delivering it.

I have a lot of good memories of the farm. It was where I met most of my extended family, it was where I stuck my toes in the pond and it was where I would try to out-scream the geese. I had my first blackberries out there, on the family ranch, and it was out and open and wild and endlessly beautiful to me.

Maybe, as a married woman living in a big city, I'm looking back at it with rose-colored glasses. I love my life and I love my husband and my cat, and I love who I have become, who that farm life has made me to be.

But on truth, I think the AU helps me out a little bit of myself- or at least who I hope I have been, and will continue to be- into silly little fanfics. I hope I can give you, my AMAZING audience, a slice of my life in fictional form.

Thank you for reading my content. I love you all. 🤍🤍

#rambles #haha this means nothing bye

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shewhowantsmouseears · 6 years

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Welcome to Spookyville! Chapter 3

Notes: As always, big thanks to my editors Drucilla and BlueShifted, both of which were rather creeped out by this chapter. I feel so proud.

Not much to say this time around, but I feel I do need to assure you that just because I put a character through hell, it doesn't mean I don't love them. If anything, it shows how much I love them! (Which is why it's probably a godsend to the rest of the world that I don't date.)

The song featured is from a classic Donald cartoon!

Summary: When Minnie learns that Mickey's secretary has a crush, she decides to become Minnie the MatchMaker! How could it possibly go wr-ALL THE WAYS.

The next tale in our absurd collection takes place after one of Minnie's latest wild goose chases around Spookyville – this is not a metaphor, she created a flock of magic wild geese to chase down the Mayor. It failed, as usual, but they sure left their marks, especially on the seats of the trousers of the Mayor's poor associates. Minnie never cried over her failures too long anymore – to her, it meant something new to learn, like how the Mayor was horribly allergic to goose down. Oh well, his head would stop swelling eventually, and then he'd surely forgive her.

She flounced back to her home on the hill, stopping every now and then to brush some feathers from her dress, making small-talk with her smaller familiars. As they discussed how to improve the next plan, it was Chip who remarked, “Say, did you guys notice that Donald got distracted mid-way through the day?”

“I saw that too!” Dale replied, sitting comfortably on Minnie's shoulder. “Wasn't that the oddest thing?”

“Why, I didn't see that,” Minnie said, surprised by this new information. “I was too busy watching the Mayor... was Donald really that distracted?”

“I swear it!” Chip saluted, always loyal to his lunatic. “I think it was when we were passing the Boo-tique-”

“That's a terrible pun!” Dale groaned.

“Spookyville is 99% terrible puns! And 1% outdated Halloween memes!”

Minnie let them bicker about nonsense as she threw open her front door, terribly curious. “Boys, I need to find out what happened! This could be crucial to my next idea! The Mayor's difficult to get alone, but if I can get rid of his friends, he'll be an easy, adorable target! Now, let me see...” Once her chipmunks hopped off, she began to dig into her closet, tossing magical tools over her shoulder. “Something in here should let me see what got Donald's attention... Enchanted Elixirs, Bewitching Brews, my personalized lockpicking kit...a-ha!” Satisfied, Minnie popped back up holding a remote control in her fingers. “I got this last year for Witchmas! The Clock-Clicker! I tell it a memory, and it'll play it back!”

“That is incredibly convenient,” Chip quipped.

“And to think we almost returned it for a coffee-maker!” Dale added.

Minnie spun around, pointing the clicker in the air and pressing several buttons before uttering the right spell.

“It happened today, a little past ten,

I saw my Mayor, I know exactly when,

Right around the Boo-tique, an eye was caught,

So be a dear and just tell me what!”

The remote glowed white, before shooting out a stream of fluffy clouds that formed a television screen, replaying the day's events. There went Minnie, happily skipping down the street, while citizens and mayors alike ran screaming from the flock of untamed animals she had released to nip at his heels. “Looks like a normal day so far,” Minnie commented as she watched, waiting for the turn around the corner.

“Wait for it...” Chip held his breath, before pointing. “There, right there, pause it!”

Click! Minnie froze the screen, and then leaned in – true enough, Donald had suddenly turned his head to the left, his attention caught elsewhere, instead of on the rabid goose trying to bite down on his tail-feathers. “Why, Chip, you're right! I wonder what made him look!” A few more experimental button-presses allowed her to zoom in past the flurry of white feathers and destroyed street pavement.

Right in front of the Boo-tique, gazing at the windows and ignoring the rampant chaos behind her, stood a young lady duck with her eyes glued to the dresses inside. She was definitely a pretty thing, decked in blues of all types and tints. Silhouettes of tiny mice poked around her hat, held together by a sparkling purple band, and her hands were comfortably resting in a fluffy periwinkle muffler. Her dressed appeared to glitter and gleam with every movement she made, which is perhaps what snagged Donald's eyes in the first place, though it was the rest of her that kept him looking.

Cute as it was, if he had managed to pay more attention to the danger than the dame, he wouldn't have been run over by the geese and the witch herself seconds later, making his back into the world's weirdest runway. Minnie clapped her hands together, intrigued and giddy. “Why, this is perfect! He's got a crush on this nice girl! We should set them up!”

“That's awfully nice of you to suggest, mistress!” Chip said.

“So how are you going to ruin it, mistress?” Dale said.

“If we get them together,” Minnie explained, turning off the image, “Then Donald will spend more time with her and less time with the Mayor! That means his defenses will have a big gap, and my plans to make him mine will increase by 30%!” Warning – trying to attempt this math will make you go cross-eyed. “If there's anyone who knows anything about love, it's Minnie Mouse, Matchmaker Master!” She stuck her fingers in her mouth, whistling for her broom.

“Not that we don't doubt your abilities in the slightest,” Chip easily lied, “But how are you going to do it?”

“Yeah, mistress, your magic is all about winning over the Mayor! … Or killing him. The comedic narrative makes it kind of hard to tell what your aim is,” Dale tried to reason as best he could. “Can it really be used to make someone else fall in love?”

“I won't know unless I try!” Minnie announced, yanking her broom over once it was within reach. “You boys stay here and get rid of the goose pen, I don't think we'll be needing that anymore. Maybe love lions would do better...” She then waved a hand, that would wait another day. “For now, my aim is one Donald Duck! Wish me luck!” She sat atop her broom and flew out the window, humming merrily along the way.

The chipmunks silently agreed that someone else probably needed that luck much, much more.

~*~

At the Mayor's office, Mickey had avoided a visit to the hospital thanks to a magical epi-pen, which is the same as a regular epi-pen, except it's magical. With Minnie's threat over for the day, he could get to work. He shuffled his papers, trying to remember the day's agenda before Minnie decided to... you know, he really had no idea what that last plan would have succeeded in doing, it was perhaps best not to dwell on it. “Okay, guys, where were we?”

“It was just about lunch-time!” Goofy said as he pulled out a tray of triple-decker sandwiches from his hat. “That is if your throat still isn't swelled up... also, what's the difference between the geese that chased us and Donald's distant cousins?”

“We don't have time to deal with existential fourth-wall breaking,” Donald said after clearing his throat, flipping open his notebook. “After your lunch, you need to look over the newest forms concerning donations at the local blood bank. Then you have a meeting with the democratic skeleton society, Dem Bones - ”

“That pun's so bad we should be sued over it.”

“That's your 3'clock appointment. After that, I have to be caught in a magical pink lasso... wait.” Donald paused, not remembering when he wrote that in the schedule – because he hadn't, it was happening right now, thanks to an open window. All three heads swiveled around to see who was on the other end, and take a fair guess.

“Hiii!” Minnie chirped outside, waving the other end of the lasso about as she sat on her broom. “I just need to borrow Donald for a little while! Thanks, bye!” With a click of her heels, the broom sped off, taking Donald with it with a loud “WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAK!”

Mickey blinked at the now empty space in his office. He supposed the reasonable, rational, nice thing to do would be to follow them and make sure nothing happened to his secretary. Then again, he did have a lot of paperwork to get to, and without Donald around, he wouldn't be given more of it. He took a sandwich and thought as he chewed. “You know... he is pretty powerful, I'm sure he can take care of himself. Plus, it'd be nice not to be the center of attention this chapter.”

Goofy poured a fresh cup of tea out of his hat. “And it's got nothin' to do with how popular his new show is, right?”

“What did we just say about the fourth wall?”

~*~

Donald was finally released with an unceremonious THUD about ten blocks later, landing on his head while still tied up. Minnie jumped off her broom and began to brush Donald down. “There there, we can't have you looking like rubbish for your big date.”

Donald's eyes swam, confused on several levels. “My big what? … Oh, no, if you're in love with me now, I will take out my pen and stick it in my jugular.”

“First, ew. Second, rude. Third, it's not with me, silly!” Minnie adjusted his hat, and then began to untie him. “I'm going to get you a date with that cute girl you were staring at!”

Once Donald was free, he rubbed his raw wrists before actually hearing what had been said. “What? Seriously? … What's the catch?” He pointed at her face, immediately and rightfully suspicious. “Anything involving you never ends well. The last thing I need is a Minnie-sized migraine. If you'll excuse me...” He tugged on his jacket, turning on his heel, ready to go. “I can land dates on my own just fine.”

“Oh, really?” Minnie asked, genuinely sincere. “When was the last time you were on a date?”

Donald froze in place, and the longer he took to answer, the more obvious it became what the answer was. “It... might have been... a while...” he mumbled, each word taking more effort to say than the last. “... Oh, boy, I'm actually going to go along with this, aren't I?”

“It'll be easy, with me at your side!” Minnie skipped to his side, taking him by the arm and dragging him along. “A girl that fashionable is probably going to hit the shoe store next. It probably has a pun about soles and souls.”

“Hang on, hang on!” But no matter how hard Donald tried to use his feet as brakes, Minnie proved that her petite body had way more strength than he could ever account for. “I don't even know her name, or what type of monster she is! She could be a witch, or a mummy, or a werewolf... I need to make sure so I don't offend her!”

“Oh, those things don't matter!” Minnie put a hand above her eyes as if that would somehow help her peering prowess. “Just be yourself! Except more charming, suave, and debonair. And try to speak in a more natural voice. And stop frowning. Basically, just be anyone but yourself.” Donald had no time to be insulted when Minnie suddenly squealed, “There she is!” And then shoved Donald face-first into a patch of thorny bushes. “Here, hide so we can plan!”

“WHY IS EVERY MINUTE WITH YOU SOMEHOW FILLED WITH PAIN?!”

Minnie ducked in next to him, not getting pricked by the bushes because they knew better. “See, there she is!” She pointed ahead, and there stood the lady in question, leaving the shoe store with a pair of new purple heels on her feet, trying them out with a little tap-tap-tap on the sidewalk.

Donald managed to rip the thorns out of his face, blinking hard so he could see past the pain. “She is pretty cute... I can't even guess what type of monster she'd be. What makes you think someone that gorgeous would want a regular guy like me?” He waited. Waited. Waited. “...This is the part where you say I'm great.”

“Oh, sorry, I thought that was a rhetorical question.” Minnie shrugged it off, and with a wave of her hands, poofed up a bouquet of red roses. “Anyway, here you go! What girl doesn't love flowers? Aside from the ones who are allergic. But love is a risk worth taking!”

Donald took the flowers, but hesitated. “These... aren't going to explode, or turn carnivorous, or spray laughing gas, or-”

“Less asking me and more asking her out!” Minnie pushed Donald out of the bush, whispering so the other girl hopefully wouldn't hear. “Just walk across the street, and introduce yourself! You can do it!”

Donald glanced back at her, then at the girl who was deciding whether to go next, cupping her chin in adorable thought. He drew a breath – maybe it really could be as simple as all that! He smoothed down his jacket, cleared his throat, and then stepped forward into the street. “Hi-”

We pause this story for a brief safety lesson that is important for all ages. Whether you live in normal society or a world infested with Halloween creatures, you should always look both ways before crossing the street. That way, you will hopefully avoid being hit with an eighteen-wheeler, which Donald did not.

Minnie patiently waited until the last gigantic bone-crushing wheel had ran itself over Donald's mangled body before hopping over and inspecting the damage. “Aw, the flowers got crushed! We better think of something else to win her over.”

“I can't feel my legs.”

“C'mon, she's on the move!” Minnie grabbed Donald by the wrist, ignoring the sickening sound of his liquefied organs as she tried to find where the young lady had gone off to. “Faint heart never won the fair lady! And fainting doesn't count!”

~*~

Later on, the reluctant duo was in the Spookyville library, having spotted the young lady flipping through some texts in a corner. Minnie and Donald poked their heads around the corner, and then Minnie began to shove book after book into Donald's arms. “Okay, plan B. The Meet Cute!”

“Dare I ask?”

“It's the standard cliche for all romance movies! You create a scenario where the love interests meet, bonding over a shared experience, like dropping your books in front of her! She'll pick them up, glance at the titles, and start a conversation! Hollywood would be bankrupt without that trope!”

Once again, this sounded like a sane idea... in theory. However, Minnie's over-eager excitement decided that Donald needed to have many, many books to make this work. Donald wound up with an armful, a stackful, an eyeful – he could no longer see in front of his face. “Please tell me that me being injured isn't going to be the running gag of this chapter. It's already the running gag of my life.”

“Don't be such a downer, and go be the cutest meet that has ever met!” Minnie lightly pushed his shoulders, forcing Donald to walk forward, the tower of books beginning to wobble. Donald gulped loudly, trying to walk very slowly so he could avoid certain doom. Every so often he tried to glance around his pile to at least make sure he was headed in the right direction, but even this proved to be difficult. Inch by inch, scoot by scoot, he didn't dare go any faster. How was he supposed to drop these books naturally, by the way...?

Minnie was running out of patience. This was taking way too long! By the time he got over there, the young lady would be finished with her book and out the door! Clearly Donald needed her assistance. She slid out her wand from her pointy hat, and flicked it towards the carpet underneath his feet. All it would take is one gentle tug, and he'd have his meet cute, followed by date cute, then wedding cute, then Mayor in handcuffs and chained in Minnie's basement cute!

Donald let out a startled “WAK!” as he felt the carpet underneath his feet move, and it was not one gentle tug at all! It was a hard pull, and he was so surprised that he threw all the books up in shock – he let out a longer “WAAAAAK!” and scrambled to catch each and every single one before they could fall, even if it meant catching by with his feet, beak, tail, hat, etc. By some miracle, he managed to retrieve every single fallen book, and sighed with relief at the avoidance of his usual fate.

This relief lasted for three seconds, as when Minnie had tugged the carpet, it had also wound up tugging under the very large, heavy bookshelves which thudded against one another until they had a domino disaster. As much as Donald would have loved to move out of the way, all of his limbs being preoccupied with books prevented him from moving a single inch. The last thing he saw was the young lady quietly leaving – and then he was smashed flat. Minnie clicked her tongue – that wasn't very cute at all! She flounced over to the pile of crushed bookshelves, knowing no librarian with any will to live would think of shushing her, and managed to find Donald's hand. “Honestly, Donald, being loud in a library isn't going to win anyone over! Let's try something else.”

“I think my lung is punctured.”

“Don't be such a crybaby.” With both of her hands holding his, she dragged out the nearly-dead Donald from underneath and headed off. Third time was the charm, and tended to be the last time a plan failed before either a serious of hilarious quick-timed montages, or a success!

~*~

Lunch had passed, and it was almost dinner-time for residents of Spookyville, which was probably why Donald's stomach was rumbling. That, or all the blood his wounded organs were spilling was starting to pile up in there. The young lady was now at the florist, thoughtfully rubbing some rose petals between her fingers as the sun was starting to set. She did not see Donald and Minnie hiding in the nearby alleyway. Minnie's latest plan involved a large wooden guitar, which she strapped to Donald's back before sliding it into his arms. “There! Now you can serenade her, and win her heart with a song!”

Donald plucked a few strings with his fingers. “But I don't know any love songs.”

“Just sing from the heart! It'll come through! True love is understood in all languages, even the tone-deaf!”

Donald was understandably reluctant to give it a try, “hmm”ing out loud as he weighed his options. Mostly he was trying to figure out how this plan would wind up with him in need of a full-body cast, and for once he couldn't connect it. This plan, dumb as it was, did seem to be harmless. “Maybe you used up all your crazy for the day. This might actually do the job!”

Minnie clapped her hands before pointing away. “Go get her, future best man at my wedding!”

The secretary took a deep breath before walking out into the dimming sunlight. Looked left – looked right – nothing to run him over, nothing to fall on top of him, and with a glance behind him, Minnie was doing nothing except shaking a pair of suddenly summoned maracas to go with the song. So far, so good! Donald looked towards the young lady, who had moved on to picking up a few daisies, and found inspiration. He lightly began to strum, making the words up as he went along.

“Daisy, Daisy, you're the one,

That gets me captivated...”

The young lady paused before turning towards the song, eyebrows raised, intrigued by what she was hearing. Donald felt his heart skip a beat, seeing those pretty eyes meet his own, and he faltered before picking up the beat again. Things were going his way! Maybe Minnie wasn't so bad after all! He owed her one!

“Every time you look at me,

I get so addlepated...”

Except you and I both know the road to a bad place is paved with good intentions, and Minnie had nothing but good intentions on her mind. The song was good – but it could be better! Like if it was louder! Yes, if it could be heard all over the world, the young lady would swoon! Or go deaf and never hear Donald's natural voice, which would also work. With a wave of her wand, the maracas vanished, and she replaced them with six-foot-tall speakers. They just needed to be plugged into the guitar – which Minnie forgot at first was not an electric guitar. Oh well, things would work out.

She clicked the plugs for the speakers together, making sure they weren't just full of electricity, but super, super, SUPER charged with electricity. She skipped over to Donald -

“And when I'm riding along the street,

Everybody that I meet...”

“Here you go, Donald!” And jabbed the plugs into his back -

“Says 'there goes that guy,

that's crazy over Daisy MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAE'!”

Which wound up sending hundreds upon thousands of electric volts throughout his body, frying his feathers and turning him into delicious roast duck, then burnt duck, then sizzling, crackling, blackened duck. He landed on his back, mouth open, perhaps far past the point of being able to scream anymore. Minnie leaned over his comatose body, pouting. “Oh, Donald, I don't think she's into heavy metal! Your music taste leaves a lot to be desired.” She tossed the plugs aside, finished with the current scheme. “Oh well. Onto the next idea!”

“NO!” Donald yelled, suddenly able to find the strength to stand up and grab Minnie by the front of her dress. “NO MORE IDEAS! Each one of your stupid ideas gets me closer to death! I just saw a bright light and I'm pretty sure I had Walt waving at me from the other side! NO MORE! I'M OUT! I'M DONE! FINISHED! KAPUT! WHATEVER WILL GET THROUGH THOSE BIG EARS OF YOURS!”

Minnie blinked back at him, his smell reminding her to toss out the old chicken fried rice in her fridge. “But you can't stop now, Donald! Your true love is waiting for you! How will she ever know how you feel if you don't go for it?”

“I CAN'T DATE HER IF I'M DEAD!”

“Now that's just quitter talk. Besides, I know necromancy!”

Donald dropped Minnie like a hot potato, convinced that she took “help him or die trying” quite literally. “Go back to stalking the Mayor! Shoot, I'll gift-wrap him for you if that'll get you to stop helping me! I don't ever want you helping me again! Not now, not ever, now get lost!”

Minnie went quiet, her face seeming to shrink. Her eyes ducked down, almost hidden by her hat, and her hands folded together. She didn't say anything right away, save for a few timid sniffles, before -

“AND YOU, NARRATOR! QUIT TRYING TO DRUM UP SYMPATHY!”

Donald was so caught up in yelling at everyone in sight, and those beyond, he nearly missed the feeling of someone tapping his shoulder. He would've yelled at them too, if that person didn't happen to be the young lady! “Pardon me,” she asked, “But what in the world is going on here? Is it my imagination, or have you two been following me all day?”

“Yes” said Minnie at the exact time Donald said “no”. Minnie then clamped Donald's beak with her hands, bright and peppy again. “My dear friend here wanted to be your boyfriend, so I've been trying to help him come up with ideas on how to win your heart! Isn't that right, Donald?” She made him nod.

The girl raised an eyebrow, turning her head towards Donald. “If that's the case... why didn't you just ask me on a date?”

Stating the simple solution had never hurt a man's soul more severely than it did for Donald right then and there. He buried his face in his hands, grumbling this and that. Minnie tilted her head back in thought – huh, maybe they could've just done that at the start. But what fun would that have been? The young lady held back a chuckle, and offered her hand to Donald. “My name's Daisy.”

Donald lowered his hands slowly in shock. He glanced at Minnie, who gave two thumbs up, before steadily taking Daisy's hand to shake it. “I'm, um... I'm Donald Duck! It's nice to meet you, Daisy.”

“Looks like my work here is done!” Minnie declared proudly, whistling for her broom.

“You literally did nothing,” Donald said under his breath.

“Invite me to the wedding so I can catch the bouquet!” Minnie cheered as she took a seat and began to ride off. Why, she did such a nice thing today! It made her feel good. She deserved a reward for all her hard work – a hot bath, a few chocolates, and then watching the Mayor through the hidden security cameras she placed all over his house.

Relieved to be rid of the nuisance at last, Donald adjusted his hat and linked arms with Daisy, happy to be with a sane woman for the first time all day. “Hey, the day's still young! Why don't we grab a bite to eat?” Maybe he could ask her what type of monster she was, after he told her he was a warlock.

“I had the exact same idea,” Daisy said with a girly giggle, but instead of sharing Donald's embrace, she calmly lifted his arm and rolled up his sleeve. “Bon appetite!” And then sunk her vampire fangs right into his flesh.

As it turned out, Donald did still have enough nerve cells alive that could allow him to scream his lungs out.

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[MF] The Bad Dream of the Quamatch Canyon Snake

Bleeding green silt into the ocean the Quamatch River clearly remembers its own icy birth. It flings rainbow-tinted mist as alms for the day.

A snake licks the darkness of an egg. It hatches, hunts, and molts.

Canyon-funneled wind whips its skin into the fork of a dead nettle. The ghost twitches and dances translucent, a vision to trouble a winter sleep.

A goose barks and descends into the water with relief as a steady noise emerges from the west. The sound hides the trees' whispering ans ends all lemon songbirds' morning chorusing.

The snake awakens haunted. Feebly worming out into the din it climbs the ivy confused. Amber shadows fall about and blacken. The harrowing sound everywhere crests. Innumerable legions of geese cloak the valley in false night. They cool and rob all vigor from the blood of the snake, killing him.

Woven and cradled in wind-swaying arms he rots.

The geese unveil the day. The last laughing stragglers give back to the valley its stolen calm.

The night she noticed him driving by she crouched low burning bowls in her truck. Thumbing through tokes with each flick of the bic her eyes caught byzantine patterns in the darkness. He rounded her corner, switched off the high beams, gunned it.

“Dude. Friends, enemies, people we know, people we will know or used to know before, they, like, they must pass right by us sometimes, like on the freeway going the opposite way or whatever."

"Sure, I bet it happens a lot. Like the other day I think I saw a dude from my elementary school maybe. I didn't say anything. We run into old friends and shit, where we least expect, like, 'Oh my God, what are you doing here?'"

"Yeah but no but it's the misses I'm talking about."

"Ah like a girl in a movie theater sits in front of the future father of her children?"

"Exactly."

"Or a dude unknowingly sells meth to the tweaker grandson of the asshole who tortured and killed his grandfather in World War Two?"

"Mm. Shooting-stars in the daytime."

Night shift finally ended. As she followed him deep into the parking lot he praised his personal god of coincidence, Kizmet the Hamster. As a little kid he had imagined (or discovered?) a pantheon to whom he would forever sacrifice logic and house-spiders, for whom he cultivated a devotion far beyond superstition or reverie.

"You don't like me much.”

She was slow to respond, busy noticing his scratched glasses.

"Nah not really."

Admiring her own bluntness she stretched the long night out of her wrists. Moths and mosquito hawks orbited the lights. Two barn owls huddled in a duct on the roof. They both took a deep breath. A killdeer screamed like a painted warrior. It looked up to study secret maps encoded in auroras. Instructing scouts upwind, the killdeer, a chief, cried reassemble. Five arrowhead bird-shadows slid south into the yard where cargo tanks rusted. They sat and sank more mass into each new winter’s mud like dented shields in Carthaginian grass.

Faking nonchalance and walking backwards he away fired one last time with,"Hey if I were you I wouldn't like me either." He smiled and savored a hint of the hidden shape of her body.

“Not everyone can like everybody." She slammed the truck door started her engine and massaged her own neck.

Cars tailgated and passed her truck the left. Neglecting the spectacular sunrise, replaying the day instead, planning ideal responses to future points in fantasy discussions, she missed the miracle of dawn’s lavender tongue licking up the last drops of darkness. One rare east amber cloud was swimming thinly through terraces of rising warmth. As she rounded her corner she yawned. The day broke and crowned. It tore the skin of the horizon and bled life upon the world.

He leaned weight into his fingers, massaging her neck. As she swiped through photos he glimpsed her recent roadkill thumbnails. He was at first mistaken in thinking they were photos of living creatures.

“Woah, go back.”

Cricket noise in the canyon reminded him of the whir and beeps of the warehouse equipment. Warm sweat marinated their two hands together. She saw the moon’s regretful expression through her ancestor-guardian-ibis-eyes. She artfully said so and asked him what he saw in the moon. Through misshapen corneas and scratched glasses, through flat windshield-insect-residue and crazy windblown mists he saw the moon sinking slow to sleep. He felt the pulse of destiny in his crotch and answered, "I have no words."

A blonde canyon tarantula is perplexed by the flatness of the road. Dyspeptic turkey vultures drink not of the creek.

War-flags aflutter the finch mobs and sentinel kestrels, the swallow reconnaissance and nomad meadowlarks and red wing blackbird bandits all vie to balance the sky. All the armies, with good and absolute reason, fear shrikes.

“You made up your own secret gods?”

“I guess so.”

“Do you pray to them?”

“When I was a kid I did.”

Quamatch joins a little town called Uverne to the canyon. The vignerons see it as the boundary—where school-skipping couples kiss, where truck-driving midnight johns drop condoms on the gravel, where proud gangs batter prospects into apostles—between zones.

The oaks along the creek-bed died soon after they paved the road. Those that stood out were nailed. Now termite craters freckle the nooks.

“Your eyes are in front, sockets forward.”

“Predatory primate.”

“And yeah, hawk sockets point forward but they can pretty much Exorcist their head all the way around.”

“But horned owls straight murder hawks. They jack ‘em in the dark.”

“Never thought of hawks as prey.”

“Everything’s prey.”

Sour vengeance festers in most crows. However the ravens are wiser than smart. They forget and forgive. Both peck and scissor the carrion and swallow the nested eggs of songbirds. Some mornings these cousins show mocking courtesy to the very sparrows whose offspring they digest.

She swiped back a few.

"Yeah. Poor thing. I think that was off Quamatch. The trucks haul ass through there."

"Ew, you got that close to a dead dog?”

“A coyote. Maybe a hybrid? Was a coyote.”

“What in the actual fuck? Ugh. I’m nauseous. I don’t want to see the rest.”

“To me each one of these photos is like a gravestone or something.”

“Obituary?”

“Epitat?”

“Effigy?”

“Kozmit’s helmet fits loose on his head. He’s an engineer in the classic, forgotten sense. He steers the big wheel of weird as we dance and die down here like spinning nickels.”

“He’s the god of synchronicity?”

“He’s also the god of gambling and profound road signage.”

“'Yield'.”

“Exactly.”

“‘Merge’.”

"One Way'."

“‘Be Prepared To Stop’.”

“Woah.”

After plucking for canyon ticks in the needles a wren sings riddles of melody pebbles with a tiny tongue of turquoise. It bluffs a marmot and retreats to preen deep in its family brambles.

A girl toddler smiled and asserted, “Two bewds.”

“Good job, baby. Two birds?”

“Two bewds fly a-moom.”

“Two birds fly to the moon?”

“Yeah.” The baby giggled with closed eyes. After a few seconds she reopened them smiling and blinking.

“Wow honey, that’s so silly.”

Fumbling bottles of lotion, water, and instant imitation breastmilk mom and dad heard distant croaks. They looked up to see, from above the mouth of a skeletal gray arroyo, two crows enter a cloudless sky and each slowly, eventually, directly cross the face of a daytime moon.

A long silence seemed to increase the wind.

“Ok did that just happen?”, asked mom.

“Yeah but I’m totally done with crazy shit right now. Let’s get the baby fed and changed and just go.”

Before removing a chubby arm from her eyes the baby said cheerfully, “Sleepy snake. Sleep in a tree. Silly snake sleep in a tree."

This prompted mom and dad to share an uncertain glance.

“Good job, baby.”

“Let’s just go. She ain’t hella wet or crying.”

“Still no cell service?”

“Spotty.”

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The Oxford English Dictionary defines the word cryptid as “An animal whose existence or survival is disputed or unsubstantiated, such as the yeti.” For the following witnesses to living cryptids, there is no dispute. In this series of National Cryptid Society’s case files, you will read what the witnesses have experienced in their own words.

Keep an open mind when reading these accounts, and also remember one’s perception and memory of an event can be influenced by the emotions felt at the time of the occurrence. The contributors to this series of articles are doing the best they can to recount what are in some cases very shocking and traumatic experiences.

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NCS Case File #73: Dreaded Skunk Ape Steps out of the Road near Fort McCoy Florida

Location: Burbank Loop,Fort McCoy ,Florida

Date: 9/07/08

Submitted by Mike

“I was driving on Burbank Loop in Fort McCoy, it was 10 pm.

I came around the only curve in the whole road.there it was standing on the edge of the road.

It had dreaded hair about 6 to 10 inches in length,black in color.

I could see the big muscular shoulder form and when he stepped off in the woods in one step(6 to 9 foot) never looked tord me.

I slammed on the brakes backed up as fast as I could,and jumped out of the car and killed the engine so I could and hear.I ran to the edge of woods and stopped.

I saw nothing and didn’t hear a thing,but it smelled stinky like rotten meat.

I stood there a good five minutes nothing.so my girlfriend was scared and wanted to go home so we left.”

NCS Notes:

This witness has not yet responded to follow-up emails.

Fort McCoy resides in Marion county, which is in North Central Florida.

Fort McCoy has two wildlife management areas to the north of the city, as well as Ocala National Forest to the Southeast.

There have been 13 reported sightings of a Bigfoot-like creature in Marion county according to the BFRO (2), and is approximately 30 miles from where a Skunk Ape was reported to have crossed the road in June of 2017 (3).

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NCS Case File #74: Blond Juvenile Bigfoot-Like creature Visits Bird Feeder on All Fours, Leaves Walking Upright Grand Rapids, Michigan

Location: Southwood Village area, Southern portion of Grand Rapids, Michigan

Date: Spring / Summer 2009 or 2010

“It was a cool sunny Spring/Summer morning, I know it was that time of year because if it was full blown summer i wouldn’t have been sitting outside due to the heat.

I was talking on the phone with my friend, she was talking so I wasn’t making a sound. There was a slab of concrete down in front of me, where we’d put scraps of food, popcorn, bread, produce, all kinds of leftovers for the wildlife to eat.

We had a lot of different wildlife that came to our slab to eat, we had wild turkeys, muskrats, turtles, ducks, squirrels, geese, raccoons, opossums, groundhogs, and all different kinds of wild birds. Now we know we had Sasquatches as well.

Anyway as I was sitting there talking to my friend, I was watching all the critter’s that had come to eat. Out of the corner of my eye of my eye I saw this flash of beautiful blonde hair bounding to the slab.

At first I thought it was an Afghan dog, because its hair was smooth as silk and 6 to 7 inches long. It looked like someone had just brushed it’s hair there was a gentle breeze blowing, so it’s hair blew gracefully in the breeze.

Once it got down to the feeding station, it was on all fours, and I could hear this grunting sound like a pig eating, By now I was talking to my friend and I said “you’re not going to believe what I’m seeing!”

I wasn’t sure what it was but I started explaining this creature to her. He had black or very dark brown face, hands and feet, they looked like wrinkled leather.

His nose was turned up a little but yet it was kind of smashed into his face like a monkey. His eyes were black. I say “he” because I didn’t see any female parts, nor did I see any male parts either, so I just figured it was a male.

As I looked at it I felt like I was seeing a Disney Character, I felt euphoric, mesmerized, almost like I was floating. I felt kind of sick inside because I couldn’t wrap my mind around what I was seeing.

By then I told my friend I would call her back later. I was still in my chair trying to comprehend all that was happening. The next thing I knew this thing stood up on its back legs.

It was three to four feet tall, and at the time I was five feet tall, so it was almost as tall as I was, or maybe he was, it was hard to judge everything as things were moving fast and out of sorts. He walked up this small hill we had in our backyard on two feet like a human.

By now I was shaking but I wanted to get a better look at this thing, so I stood up but stayed by my chair. I felt kind of dizzy and wobbly relay out of sorts.

When I stood up this creature dropped down on all fours & took off like a road runner, he moved faster than any animal I’d ever seen move before.

It never occured to me that where a young one is there its mother or a watcher is also, until my friend was talking to me about it years later and he said it’s a good thing you didn’t make a move towards him. You see I didn’t even think about it being a Sasquatch until we had moved away. Seven and a half years later and I started putting it all together.

I ran towards the house out of fear and I wanted to get my Camera in case this thing came back. I went out there long enough to take photos of the yard, and then I ran as fast as I could to get back into the house.

I locked the doors scared that this thing whatever it was would come after me. It could have come from a UFO for all I knew. I sat, shook and cried until my husband came home about forty five minutes to an hour later. I was still shook up when he came in and asked me what had happened.

Seeing this creature changed my life totally. I used to go out and work in the yard from the rising of the sun until it was dark out and my husband would have to come and ask me if I wasn’t going to come in. After this encounter happened I wouldn’t go out in the yard unless my husband came out with me.

He found this to be very odd behavior from what I was like before. He said don’t be silly and I said “I’m not being silly, you’d be afraid if you saw this thing just like I did and am.” He’d just shake his head. He believed that I saw something, but he didn’t understand the impact that it made on my life.

I tried to explain what it was I saw and my husband said it was just a groundhog, I said does a groundhog walk erect on it hind feet and stand almost as tall as I am, he said Nope. I said I rest my case.

I named this thing the Nebster, where I came up with the name I’ll never know but I had to name it something so my husband would know what I was talking about.

I tried to go back where I saw him run to, it was in a grove of tall trees & low bushes, but there was to much Poison Ivy back there so I stopped going back any further.”

NCS Notes

The area described by the witness and the photos of the area provided show a densely residential area. However, this is not to say that wildlife cannot penetrate human habitation. Suburban development is much more forgiving than that of an urban environment in terms of patches of woods and open areas that may support small pockets of wildlife, as well as creeks, ditches and thin strips of undeveloped lands where wildlife can travel between destinations. There are several areas like the ones described above along highway 6 that cuts through the southern end of Grand Rapids, and the location of the sighting is adjacent to that highway.

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A three to four foot tall bipedal hair-covered humanoid-like creature may sound like a juvenile Sasquatch, but currently there are four Bigfoot reports for the Grand Rapids area (Kent County), and none of those appear to be within the city limits (4). If it were a juvenile Sasquatch, it was a long way from home and it was taking a risk strolling out in the daylight to feast on the witness’ slab right in front of her. The behavior and environment seems incongruent with what seems to be “traditional” Sasquatch behavior. Although there are some who are hypothesize there are “urban Sasquatch” who may be dwelling in highly populated areas undetected, I find that scenario highly suspect. Perhaps this was something else.

Perhaps it was an escaped exotic pet. There have been many stories of exotic pets that have startled residents at one time or another. This is usually the standby for any skeptic, but not wrongfully so since these events have happened in the past. One primate with long blondish hair that may fit the size of the described creature may be the Gelada Baboon (5).

One problem with this idea is the lack of a tail in the witness’ description. The tail of any baboon is pretty obvious, but then again, some things don’t get remembered in the heat of the moment. The witness may have over time embellished the memory or misinterpreted their own perception during such an emotionally jarring event. But then again I am just throwing out alternatives.

The witness stated “I felt euphoric, mesmerized, almost like I was floating. I felt kind of sick inside because I couldn’t wrap my mind around what I was seeing,” “I sat, shook and cried until my husband came home about forty five minutes to an hour later” and “I didn’t even think about it being a Sasquatch until we had moved away.” This strongly suggests to me that it is possible that the creature the witness observed in her backyard was not a sasquatch at all. Perhaps it was another type of cryptid that was associated with trickery.

A Pukwudgie “little wild man of the woods that vanishes (6)” is a creature found in Delaware and Wampanoag folklore, sometimes said to be 2-to-3-foot-tall. In case the witness misjudged the height of the creature when it stood up and walked away, the Pukwudgie may be a possible candidate for what strolled into her yard that day. “In the Ojibwe and other Great Lakes tribes, the pukwudgie (or bagwajinini) is considered a mischievous but basically good-natured creature who plays tricks on people but is not dangerous (7).” However, Pukwudgies are traditionally described as human-like. The native Wampanoag People of New England legends say Pukwugdgies “were also said to be able to shapeshift into other creatures (8).”

Endnotes

http://www.bfro.net/GDB/show_county_reports.asp?state=fl&county=Marion

https://nationalcryptidsociety.org/2017/09/04/ncs-case-file-43/

http://www.bfro.net/GDB/show_county_reports.asp?state=mi&county=Kent

http://zoonooz.sandiegozoo.org/zoonooz/a-most-unusual-primate/

Hoffman, Charles Fenno (1850). The Poems of Charles Fenno Hoffman. D. Appleton & Co. p. 211.

http://wakinguponturtleisland.blogspot.com/2017/03/puckwudgie-algonquian.html

http://www.ghosthuntingtheories.com/2017/02/pukwudgies-possible-proof-they-existed.html

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