Meadows vast, greenery spanning the horizon and daisies lax in the noontide sun, a hydra sits in waiting. Knolls surround the haugh and a lonesome rivulet sings as it flows.

A shout cries. "Polukranos, fetch!"

A trebuchet is loosed and the bait flies. The ground shudders and quakes as the multi-headed behemoth scutters towards the thrown object, each mouth panting. A voluminous crash resounds as he shatters through the mountainside in the temerity of pursuit.

In his fervent haste, Polukranos shakes off rubble. He bears the thrown object, now disfigured beyond recogntion, in goring teeth. Blood drips from its maws. The ground rumbles once more as he dashes, dropping the elk carcasses at the feet of its master.

The hydra bows his heads, and the master strokes a frantic hand over it.

"Good boy, Polukranos!" the master chides. The behemoth looks down at them, a hungry gleam in each eye.

In a ravenous lunge, Polukranos gores his teeth into his food. The meal screams, brought to silence by the crunch.

Polukranos rolls over, clawing playfully at the cadaverous mound.

Moral: Do not play fetch with a colossal, macabre hydra.

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