Silence descended over them as the being stopped, staring at the crew. There was a small chuckle from the back of the ranks. The soldiers in the front didn’t know enough to laugh yet; they knew that seeing was not always believing.

Before them sat a rabbit on its haunches. It had whiskers, a fuzzy nose, and two long, black ears that stood up straight from its otherwise white fur. Its paws were curled in front of its body, and its legs bent back.

The captain motioned for his army to halt before the foot of the cave, signaling that no arrow should be drawn, no sword should be unsheathed. But when the rabbit began to crawl towards them, and its legs turned into snakes, its fur turned into fire, and its two ears transformed into slender horns, nobody dared laughed. The captain signalled the attack.

Yes, seeing wasn’t always believing.