One crisp morning, after a long season of heavy rains, you set off from her village with your wicker basket in hand, intent on gathering wild herbs and flowers from the meadow near the edge of the woods.

As you wandered through the golden-green meadow, your attention was caught by something strange—a rustling in the grass, followed by a series of chirpy, almost playful sounds.

You looked around and you found a lionine creature with an eagle's head and wings, perched in the low branches of tree, flopped onto its side, curled up as if it had just discovered the most comfortable spot in the world.