From On Creatures, After Aelian's

Mugaworter

Eyes slit, tail matted with mud, overcautiously alwaysin possession of a fake leg that looks like a stick, themugaworter creeps in corners and relies on food from theneighbor. It probably could not, even in your wildest dreams,exist without it. The neighbor and the mugawortererlove each other, this much is clear, but each respects theother's independence. This is an obvious joke to anyoutside observer, but for the mugaworter, it allows histail to be genetically muddy without embarrassment. Themugaworter sleeps head to tail. In fact the mugaworterappears to those who look at it without affection like alump, a stump, a blurry patch, and often sleeps atop thehill. There is a hole where the ground has sunken under alilac tree, which helps the mugaworter rest and digest itsfavorite meal, lasagna with green beans. Sometimes, whenthe food is out, the neighbor yells, "Muga muga wort wort"and the mugaworter takes more or less time getting there.There is only ever one person who may be thinking of themugaworter at any moment, and usually she is occupiedentertaining neighbors not approving of the mugaworter,and so, usually the mugaworterer is not of any minds at allexcept its own. And one can imagine what this is like, butnot for a mugaworter. Unless, of course, the mugaworter isspotted.

Goog

The speckled egg rolls 'cross the floor and a nest crowsunder a chair. In the waning grief an earthquake's whiskerstwitch in a box. Gog is sorrowful if the dappled shadowscut swallow holes out like open-heart surgery. When yousee a gog you'll know. Look closely at the gog, organicallya miracle, it grows by growing holes. It gets bigger byleaving more space. It absolutely takes over, by disappearingaltogether. It makes a 20-foot-truck-stampeding elephantraise its head to witness the falling skies. The gog is allexcept for a thin slime along the perimeter. Many gogs:goog, mutate a little, and contraband their diction until younotice your shirt made from goog is on backwards.

The Parashute

The parashute is an alive essence jumping. It is capable ofadapting to being seized and still keep hands or legs, neithersacrificing them like a starfish, nor allowing them to becontrolled. Progress is made when the parashute arrives inthe pancake position and fills its lungs with air in order tosubsequently position itself above the world. The actionbegins with a full disclosure communicated by the sounda parashute makes when it has a collision with any hardobject such as water. As if bouncing, then, the devices onits free ends no longer allow for neutrality, and its refinedwing quickens its flapping until it appears to be a dome.This propels the parashute up and allows a continental driftto occur between the interlocking segments of the dome.As the dome opens up to reveal a blinding light, the innerpieces of the dome show frescos, which are the advancedand malleable jellyfish-like cell structures of the parashute,but which appear to us as tattoos on our eyes, for afterwitnessing these frescos, seen as they are against a light,the human becomes blind with desire and can only thendescribe the frescos for the rest of his or her life. Luckily,this is a lucrative occupation and one that leads to scientificadvancement. So much so that, of late, some have chosen togo blind by choice, thus driving the market price for suchminutes of descriptions down. Science has moved on tostudy other things amidst a generation of hacks and artificesthat take billboard for easy cure, but interest will peak againwhen only a dying few remember the microscopic folklorictechnology.