It wasn't quite as mummified as we'd first thought and far better preserved than we'd ever hoped.
It was also walking through the town like it hadn't been buried in a peat bog for over 6,000 years.
When it eventually got bored of wandering around the barely-lit streets, it headed back towards the national park and spent the rest of the night sitting on a bench and staring out at the town. Its face was too shrivelled to move much and its clothes were stuck tight to its body but it showed no signs of discomfort.
By morning, when it was eventually found, it had dried up further and begun to crack along the joints. With a sharp snap its eyelids fully opened and fell to the floor and dull, raisen-like eyes peered out at the world.
It inhaled slowly, savouring the fresh forest air and with a series of sickeningly wet pops, its lungs crumbled and it slumped to one side. Though it was taken back to the morgue and declared dead, its hard to say if that's actually the case.
For all we know all we have to do is rehydrate it a little and pump some air through it and the old fellow will be up and about again like nothing had ever happened. For now though, it sits in on a little platform in the museum, carefully labeled and perfectly still.
Sometimes it twitches a little, like a dreaming dog.
It was also walking through the town like it hadn't been buried in a peat bog for over 6,000 years.
When it eventually got bored of wandering around the barely-lit streets, it headed back towards the national park and spent the rest of the night sitting on a bench and staring out at the town. Its face was too shrivelled to move much and its clothes were stuck tight to its body but it showed no signs of discomfort.
By morning, when it was eventually found, it had dried up further and begun to crack along the joints. With a sharp snap its eyelids fully opened and fell to the floor and dull, raisen-like eyes peered out at the world.
It inhaled slowly, savouring the fresh forest air and with a series of sickeningly wet pops, its lungs crumbled and it slumped to one side. Though it was taken back to the morgue and declared dead, its hard to say if that's actually the case.
For all we know all we have to do is rehydrate it a little and pump some air through it and the old fellow will be up and about again like nothing had ever happened. For now though, it sits in on a little platform in the museum, carefully labeled and perfectly still.
Sometimes it twitches a little, like a dreaming dog.
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