He's a bit of a nutcase to be honest, but he's convinced, absolutely convinced that the thing we've found in the water is in some way living.

He's leading us back there now, through the fields in the drizzle, kicking up mud and

spouting off all sorts of nonsense, constantly looking back at us as he eagerly leads

the way. The animatronic in question is a green, half

crocodile, half dragon-looking Leviathan, mostly submerged in a pond in the middle of nowhere,

not too far from England's border with Wales.

We live in an empty rural village, so there's not much to do here besides drink and wander

around the countryside.

We found this particular pond on one such booze hike excursion.

It's kind of nice, surrounded by willow trees and nestled amongst a series of low hills.

At least it would be, if it weren't, for the ugly, peeling, man-made abomination

don't unceremoniously in the middle.

It's actually pretty creepy.

The animatronic is just so wildly out of place.

It's not like there are any amusement parks or anything nearby.

How the hell did he get there?

And it's massive too, bigger than me at least, easily.

There's a name for this feeling I discovered, the feeling of an ease.

It's called submechanophobia.

We're about to round the base of the hill that leads to the pond, when Stubbs halts and puts out his hand forcing us to a sudden stop.

I slip a little in the mud.

That's his name by the way, the lunatic, Stubbs.

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