They found a garfyl' den fairly quickly, and one of the men pounded solidly and rapidly on the back of the tree. Sure enough, a garfyl came shooting out of the hole among the roots, then skidded to a stop when it saw the men surrounding it. Enraged by this invasion of its territory, it opened its jaws to display its fearsome fangs to best advantage. Then, obeying some inborn directive, it charged at the smallest intruder in sight.
Next Friday we'll take a brief break from teasers so I can give you A Peek At The Process--specifically, my adventures with typos. Don't miss it.