Today's article will be of lighter fare than the last, a truly brief piece on the small-spotted striped Cicero's cat, that famous breed of mental illumination, unique mischief, and distressingly appealing shape.

Returns and the subject of the Greater Unicorn versus the Lesser

Greetings and returns from myself, a long-journeyed fellow that has been away for a while, gathering material and learning more of legends and their truths in the North American region. Along the way, this traveller has gathered some interesting tales, some less connected to the esoteric and more related to those transient moments of humor. Regardless, returning to ones' own home is a remarkably comforting feeling.

As it has been some time since this poor dusty digital tome has been brushed off and updated, and the main contributer finds himself a bit mentally out-of-sorts yet, today an easy and relatively simple topic will be addressed.

Haha, a jest! Today we will broach the complicated and politically-fraught concept of the Greater and Lesser Unicorns and their differences. There are, as many may already know, several, each of increasing importance.

The Rhomboid Tongue-Tickler is an old-born symbiotic mythobotanical wonder of fey origins, albeit one with some frequently-unwanted side effects. Many a tale has been told of its host, weary indeed of the fruits of the Rhomboid's labor, committing a dramatic and violent suicide. However, data would suggest that in reality reported cases of Rhomboid-harborers suffer from a significantly lesser rate of suicide. It is likely the tales are a case of "sour grapes".

The Gasp Guzzler, while possessed of a somewhat amusing name, is much less amusing to run into in person. Like many modern-born lesser shadow-eaters, the Gasp Guzzler is fond of preying on young adults especially.

The creature is often covered in a thick fluff of mold and mildew due to its native habitat in unkempt trash heaps and the abandoned buildings of cities. As a result, its smell is quite rank. This intensity of smell all but banishes the Gasp Guzzler to the darker corners of the night, though those with little or no sense of smell are cautioned to take care when around great heaps of rubbish. The Gasp Guzzler's eyes are grown-over with its symbiotic molds, and so it navigates by method of excellent hearing.