Challenge #01515-D054: A Good Host’s Reward
There’s one advantage to being an early riser. Usually, it’s watching some kick-ass dawns as they happen. Today, it was meeting Brutus. He’s what most people call a gargoyle. I’d go into the difference between the _real_ gargoyles, which are decorative stone waterspouts, and what people _call_ ‘gargoyles’ but are actually called grotesques. _Those_ are decorative stone building features with no inherent function.
But I wouldn’t call Brutus ‘grotesque’. He’s kind'a pretty. Even with his stone skin on. But I’m getting ahead of myself. It all started in the pre-dawn twilight. I was doing some elementary yard work, basically picking out the weeds that didn’t look right from my rock garden. It’s Utah. I don’t believe in spending a fortune on a lawn I have no use for. Then something big glides into my field of view.
At first, I thought I might be one of the few who saw a Mothman, but this was no Mothman. For a start, Mothman has these big, red eyes and no discernable head. This looked more like a very buff human with huge bat wings. And a tail. I can tell you from personal experience that biological gargoyles are very impressive up close. And very formal.