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SOCK CREATURE - Mazot the Whisperer
As I was recently followed by the exceedingly interesting tumblr called Societe des Monstres, a blog detailing versions of amazing Sock Creatures, among other things.
Sock Creatures - created by plush designer and all-round goodfellow John Murphy - are just that, creatures crafted largely out of socks, stuffing, buttons, thread, love and socks. Other clothing might also be involved at some point but it’s mostly socks. I thought I might post a couple of my own designs of that nature from times past. This time: Mazot the Whisperer.
(John has a new Stupid Creature book out in October, and I hear it’s going to be even better and more brilliant than the first. In case you’re in need of Xmas present ideas for that creative person in your life…)
MAZOT, (Pronounced “MAZ-owh”), (Noun). Legendary miniscule red, bat-like freak said to haunt leafless trees, broken lamps, and the unsuspecting. Known for his rolled-up wings, intensely interested eye and convulsive grin, Mazot’s preferred method of making his presence known is to whisper seemingly nonsensical secrets to whomever is nearest, and then wait until circumstances change enough for these secrets to make sense to the listener but become totally useless. Mazot will then make rude gestures, dance the Hornpipe, and improvise several cruel insults before running back to his hidden lair.
Travellers who have encountered Mazot have been able, according to folk myth, to avoid his legendary machete-sharp wit by challenging him to count his toes - a task he finds frustratingly difficult, being unable to tell the difference between his feet and his wingtips - or to offer him slices of mango and a diplomatic hug for his trouble. Should Mazot whisper in your ear, immediately swat both of your shoulders and think of a memorable occasion that will prevent you from recalling his words and becoming the subject of his joke. This will not stop him from laughing at you; but it will make him look like an idiot.

