Very slowly indeed the great cockatrice, which had lain buried for thousands of years, out of reach of the light or heat of the sun, was coming round again to life.
"Moonshine & Clover"
Laurence Housman
"This is my cave," thought he, "so this must be my cockatrice!
"Moonshine & Clover"
Laurence Housman
He guessed that it must have been the warmth which had waked the cockatrice, so he made fires all down the side of the cave; wherever the great flank of the cockatrice seemed to show, there he lighted a fire to put heat into the slumbering body of the beast.
"Moonshine & Clover"
Laurence Housman