Cryptozoology, Monday period 2

[intheeyeofthebeholding]

"Today's cryptid is from a bit closer to home," Jon said. "Well, closer to my home, that is. The Beast of Bodmin Moor supposedly hails from Cornwall, to the southwest of England. It's reputed to be a large, black cat, possibly spectral, possibly real, possibly with glowing eyes. There are upwards of fifty reported sightings, as well as some photographs and video that show a cat several feet long."

He frowned. "There was also a leopard skull found, but it was later determined to have been imported as part of a rug. Which is a different sort of abomination. In the nineties, the government ordered a study which eventually determined there was no evidence of large cats living on the moor, although they were careful to say they couldn't prove they didn't live there, either. Which is probably because you can't prove a negative.

"Various theories include a supernatural cat spirit that guards the moors, elusive native cats that never went extinct as they were thought to have, escaped panthers people were keeping as pets, and large housecats combined with vivid imaginations."

Try Not To Drown, Monday, November 24

[sith_happened]

Anakin and Steve were in front of the swimming pool again, glad to see everyone in their proper shapes and sizes, assuming no one had become an animal over the weekend.

"Hello," Anakin said with a smile. "We're back to the tactical floating noodles."

Steve nodded in approval. "Today we will continue to work on your arms for the butterfly stroke. It should look less like you're trying to avoid drowning and more like something you mean to be doing," he added. "Down the length of the pool and back. Focus on precision, not speed. If your shoulders are screaming at you, you're doing it right."