The Yeti carved tunnels in the snow. When he heard steps and muffled voices overhead, he sat beneath them, and they eased his loneliness.

The Mothman clung to the bridge. It swayed and creaked as cars drove overhead, but it was stable, for a bit longer. He’d warn them tomorrow.

The Kraken liked games. He flicked the probe, and it bounced off four rocks before plunging into the volcano. Maybe next time he’d get five.