Legend has it that he stands over five foot tall and leaves footprints the size of a man's. Some say he was a dream the Devil had; others say he's a theme park attraction gone horribly wrong. But the one thing they can all agree on doesn't have anything to do with the legend, so I probably shouldn't have mentioned it. They've all heard the strange strains leak through drafty walls, carry on hoary northern breezes. "What the heck is that?!?", ask passers-by as space and velocity warp sounds that were already pretty bent.