I bloom in yellow, crowned in white, I vanish softly, scattered in flight.

While i was going to the Ardennes, i saw a man and seven women. Every woman was carrying seven bags. In every bag there were seven cats, and every cat had seven kittens. How many were going to the Ardennes?

A sprawling behemoth with a thousand wooden teeth; with needles and with blades in numbers beyond belief. 'Come to me', I beckon, 'and use me for rest.' But linger unprepared and you body I'll digest.

John and Jane know this forest animal thoroughly. But the animal has no idea who they might be.

Many legends give me different appearances but I am also real. In the past I have a crown and scales of a different color than I do now. In real life, watch me run. Otherwise avert your eyes and hold your breath.