A call-back to my tale Bad Hair Day.
After meeting a very plausible Ephebian with a straight-faced sense of humour, Fred Colon is now absolutely convinced that there is such a creature as the Monopedos Rabbit of Ephebe and Tsort, which is now commercially farmed for its meat. The monopedos is so called because it only has one leg, which is composed of thick muscle tapering down to the foot in a roughly conical way. it propels itself forward in great loping hops at great speed and attaining great height on this one leg, and it is therefore farmed in long, narrow, and necessarily very tall caged enclosures. The harvested neat is sold directly to kebab shops, and if you will care to look, Sergeant Colon, there is a fine example on the vertical rotating spit on the counter over there.
What Fred's confidant did not take into account when she spun this tall tale is that words and descriptions on the Disc, in the presence of a strong field of magic and Narrativium, can call things into existance 9especially when the tale is spun by one who is effectively an Immortal created by magic, or at least malign divine intervention (1)), and farmers in Ephebe are now wondering what the bloody Hell sort of pest is capable of leaping fifty feet into the tallest olive tree to snaffle the fruit...
(1) Yuri the Watch Gorgon - see the tale Bad Hair Day.