When thowes dissolve the snawy hoord
An' float the jinglin icy boord
Then, water-kelpies haunt the foord
By your direction
An' nighted trav'llers are allur'd
To their destruction.

-Robert Burns, "Address to the Devil"

A single hungry kelpie emerges from her loch, poised and ready to attack
and along the pebbly shores, she finds a pony that shall make an excellent snack!

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