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Dear Edmond.

I find myself at loss for words. The lobby is once again overrun with crabs. How does this keep happening? My dear friend, do you have anything to do with this? I’d apprecaite your insight on this matter.


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Weekly Agenda

  • Prune the bushes
  • Find the misplaced pen
  • Research the Shadow Tower
  • Walk the dogs
  • Return ointment
  • Teatime with Arthur on tuesday

Herbarium No. 047

Don’t forget to dig up what was buried

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Bodhi from California writes, “Yes, hello Mr. Agar. Long time follower, first time writer -I witnessed something I can’t explain. With your magnanimousness, surely you can help me. It was past midnight o clock and me and my girl, Kayleigh, from the Bay, were sipping rum ciders and there it was, this white spectre walking along the beach on all twos like some kind of weird headless alien. Kayleigh says it was a Fresno Nightcrawler. I said it was that old pair of pants I lost when I moved into the van. What do you think it could be?”

Dear Bodhi,

Your observant girlfriend is correct. The Fresno Nightcrawler is a well known cryptid of your area. But you are quite right that it looks like a pair of pants, it’s an interesting creature, that’s for sure.

My first experience with the Fresno Nightcrawler was many years ago, when I was on my nightly stroll through a park. It glowed in the moonlight, looking like a large pair of trousers walking through the forest with me. 

When it approached I called over to it. “Good evening!” And waved my hand in a polite greeting. 

It stooped down, bowing to me as a greeting in return, before we both continued on our walks. 

The point of my morning rambling is this: the next time you see this mysterious walking pair of pants, greet it as you would anyone else and then continue on your day.

–Oh! But do not turn your back on it. You don’t want to experience what happens if you do…–

-Edmond Agar

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