Tale As Old As Time
He knew for sure that turnips weren't supposed to walk.
Turnips most especially shouldn't have faces.
And most of all, turnips don't talk.
The turnip just a few feet away from him had not only eyes, but a mouth, and four limbs. It was standing on two legs and standing two feet tall. Fyn pinched himself again, blinking as much as he could. He gaped his mouth wide open, staring unbelievingly at the thing right in front of him. Sure, he could accept a telepathic snake, a demon with wings, antlers, and a tail, and a forest that moves all on its own.