Bearclaw Valley the great imitators

No sooner had Orson begun speaking did Ico begin to picture what she was describing, aided and abetted by her rich, earthern accent. An entire realm of grass... one that could apparently gobble you right up! Ico's instinct was to laugh in surprise, and he only did so because Orson did not seem to take the mishap too seriously; even as it went from bad to worse.

Oof! he responded with a huff of sympathy, but still smiling. Maybe the hole was the entrance to their home... have you ever seen creatures like that since?

It sounded like muskrats would serve as a fitting nemesis for Orson.