The Squonk; The Saddest Creature in North America.
In the shadowy depths of Pennsylvania’s hemlock forests, where fog clings to the trees like ancient whispers, lives a creature so pitiful, so heartbreakingly sorrowful, that it is said to dissolve into a puddle of its own tears when confronted. Meet the Squonk, perhaps the only cryptid in North American folklore whose defining characteristic isn’t terror or mystery—but profound self-loathing.
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