The swamp monster rose from the muddy water and shrieked at the humans. The two men ran away, knocking over the sign they had been hammering into the ground. The swamp monster picked it up.
He did not understand the human letters, but the drawing was clear enough. It was a picture of him with his gaping mouth full of sharp fangs and his vine-like arms raised menacingly.
It was a swamp monster’s job to protect the swamp, and nothing wrecked an ecosystem faster than humans. They should be scared of him.
But he couldn’t help feeling a little hurt.

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