As you recall, we don't talk about unicorns anymore. There was a brief discussion of using Spring-Heeled Jack as our go-to supernatural beast in the absence of the unicorn, but old Springy didn't really catch on with the people. Thank goodness, then, that my Milwaukee friends have been regaling me with tales of the hodag. Yes, I know, I have never heard of the hodag, either. It's a Wisconsin thing. Or it was! Now it belongs to the "blog" - and hence, the world. Send your hodag stories to "Hodag" c/o "Writer" Oxford, MS 38655. (Pictured, a hodag. I don't know who the people are, but they are standing in front of a hodag.)
