Walking Rocks?

Query: When I was in Death Valley earlier this year, I saw some enormous 750-pound rocks that appear to travel across the desert on their own. I remembered your article about rock tortoises, and wondered if that’s what these rocks could be?

Corn of Plenty (Part 4 of 4): A Field Guide by Dr. Midas Welby

Corns of the Air: Air-corns utilize their horns for jousting, playing tic-tac-toe, and spearing food in mid-flight. Air-corns often lurk undetected in trees, wood piles, and rain gutters. When bored, they use their horns to ring the doorbells of unsuspecting humans. When the door begins to open, the air-corn flies away.


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A Present For Imaginaries: When winter comes, I get concerned about providing extra shelter from the elements for Imaginaries. Recently, I read about people who build wildlife brush shelters out of branches and plants in their yards, and thought this was a great idea.

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Taking Care of Non-Imaginaries In Need

Not All Amazing Animals Are Imaginaries: Guess what! I got a rescue dog for my birthday!! But she’s not just any old dog – she’s a three-legged dog!!!

When my parents said I could get a pet, at first I wanted my own Imaginary like a wapaloosie more than anything (see Archives), but then I read about how hard it is on them to be captive, and anyway my parents said no. For a while I was sad about that, until I got mature enough to understand that Imaginaries deserve to be the wild creatures they were born to be. Then I decided that if I couldn’t have an Imaginary, I wanted a dog. I thought that maybe I could get a great big hound, one that looks like black dog, or a ce sith. But since we live in an apartment, my parents said no to that idea, too.

Then last month I read about the guyascutus at this website, and how their legs are of all different lengths, and I knew that this was exactly what I wanted, because one of my legs is shorter than the other, so that makes me a guyascutus too! I knew it could be tricky, since the floor in our apartment isn’t tilted, and anyway I didn’t know where I could find a pet with uneven legs, but I’d made up my mind, and nothing less than a guyascutus would do.

My birthday finally came, and my parents took me to the animal rescue place. We walked past kennel after kennel full of dogs, and they were all really good dogs, but I didn’t see any guyascutus. But then far ahead, at the end of the row of kennels, I saw a nose, poking out through the wire mesh on the door of her kennel. I went over to that kennel and inside was this little black-and-white spotted dog, so I put my hand up to the nose, and right away her tongue came out between the wires to lick my fingers. And then she started wagging her tail and her whole body wriggled and she was making these little tiny excited barks and kept licking me. It was like she knew all along it was me, and she’d been waiting for me all this time.

And then – and, oh man, it was so great it happened like this – I was already liking her a whole lot and thinking I would give up my search for a guyascutus because this dog and I were so clearly meant for each other, and that’s when I finally noticed that she was missing her right front leg, and my heart started beating faster because that makes her a guyascutus, almost. Or at least it is if you add up the total length of all the legs that would be on a guyascutus, and spread that out over three legs instead of four.

I already knew she was the dog for me, but my parents wanted me to be sure, so I took her out into the exercise yard where they let you go play with the dog to see if you get along okay. It turns out that we like exactly the same things. We both like hide-and-seek, and we both like to roll in the grass, and we both like to growl. So I came back in and I told my parents I wanted this dog, this dog and no other, and I was happy and excited but scared, too, because I was SO afraid something would go wrong, like it would turn out I couldn’t adopt her or somebody else wanted her, and now that I’d found her, I couldn’t be without her.

But guess what? Nothing went wrong. Mom said she liked the dog because she was small and apartment-sized, not much bigger than a cat. Dad said he liked her because she’s four years old, which means she’s past the puppy-chewing age (whatever that is) and his shoes would be safe. Even my big brother, who’s got allergies to everything in America, said he was okay with her, as long as I kept her out of his room, because she’s short-haired and wouldn’t shed all over the place and make him sneeze.

So I got to bring her home! The name they gave her at the rescue place was Dana, but I call her Dahu, after the guyascutus-like goats in Switzerland. It turns out there’s a lot of work that comes with having a dog, and I had a lot to learn. Except for the poop-scooping part, I like just about everything I have to do for her, because she always says thank you for everything, which Mom says is teaching me the value of manners.

Dahu is my best friend now. She looks sad when I leave for school in the morning, and she waits for me by the door when I come home in the afternoon. At night, she’s supposed to sleep in her own little doggie-bed, but as soon as the lights go out at night, she climbs under the covers with me. The best thing is she knows that we’ll both get into trouble if Mom catches her there, so every morning, she slips on down into her own bed and lies there looking all innocent, like she’s been there all night, about five minutes before Mom comes in to get me up.

I used to think I wanted an Imaginary more than anything, but I don’t anymore, because I’ve got Dahu. I know that she’s a dog and so technically she’s not an Imaginary, but a three-legged dog is definitely rarer than a dog with the usual number of legs. But the most important thing is, Dahu is my dog now, forever and ever. For me, that makes her more special than the most amazing Imaginary in the world. - YARROW, an Iranigami fan


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