Kraken graffiti

Cryptozoology by Todd Dillard

Father was a hunter of mythical beasts. He kept a Yeti rug in the den. One time he sat me on a stuffed Pegasus and couldn’t fathom why I cried and cried. Mother in the kitchen, scowling over a pot roast. Kraken again? She brandished a frying pan at my father in the endearing way…