As they trekked through the Whispering Woods, the trees seemed to hum a low, mischievous tune. Every now and then a rustle would turn into a giggle, and the air grew thick with the scent of fresh pine and... something oddly reminiscent of a stable.
“!” the gargoyle bellowed, its voice echoing through the canopy. “Only those who can pronounce my name without blushing may pass!”