Being entrenched in fantasy, fiction, and sci-fi at a young age tends to make me believe and accept the strange and other-worldy in movies, literature and even real life.
So when I walk down the hall at work and the gold plated griffin statue starts trembling like it is trying to escape from it's plaster prison, my mind immediately begins to plan his flight pattern.
This is the griffin:
His name is Thaddeus.
I will update you on his getaway progress. For now, he rests comfortably atop a filing cabinet.