Never laid eyes on it myself, you understand. But I heard the tales.
We all heard the tales.
Twenty-foot tall if it was a foot. Voice like thunder. Glowed from the inside, some say.
From the inside.
Them creatures of the forest – your squirrels and deer and such – they’d sense its presence. They could feel it a-comin’. Feel it in their bones, right? And, well, heh heh – you ain’t never seen scurryin’ like that.
No, sir, I don’t reckon you ever have.
I don’t reckon it at all.
There’s some folk – this ain’t me saying it, but it’s been said – there’s some folk say it could bend an entire United Nations assembly to its will without possessing so much as a platform as Prime Minister.
Like you or I would twist an elastic. Easy-like. Showin’ no strain, if you see what I’m getting at.
Crazy, right? Couldn’t be true, right?
’Cept it is. So the story goes, anyway.