There was a beautiful rainbow one day and then came Grrk. Everytime a rainbow appears a Grrk is born. They are like condensed rainbow, made into a living being. A ball of rainbow colours falls to the ground, and then they make a home of whatever they fall on. This one fell on one of our blankets. It won’t leave it, it’s far too shy. We’ve adopted it and named it Grrk, since that’s the noise it makes, a rather croaky grrk. We’ve given it a place to stay and we feed it. Our previous creature, Munch, has become solid friends with it. Often, when they’re together, you hear soft rhythmic sounds of *munch-grrk* as they speak in some unknown language(s) only known to them.