After bribing them with a case of Tasmania's finest beer, the Mythical Creatures stay still long enough for evidence of their existence to be collated...
...but moments later, race off to explore their surroundings...
Made ravenous by their afternoon frolicking, the Mythical Creatures begin their ritual feasting...
Though usually generous, they can become protective of their fluids if other Mythical Creatures, having drained their own resources, enter their territory...
...and, though famous for their class and decorum, there are documented cases of Mythical Creatures getting drunk and passing out...
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Unless someone magically translates themselves somewhere near Copenhagen next week.
But you know how expensive adopted kids are... 
