The cockatrice is a prime example of what happens when wizards get a little too into breeding boutique magical animals. Sure, we've all considered employing a wizard to conjure up a managably-sized dragon that would travel at our side, roasting our foes during the day and roasting our meats in the evening. But then that same wizard, thick as a Tewksbury mustard, places a rooster's head atop that tiny dragon's body, and suddenly it no longer breathes flame at foes, but instead fires its newly lethal gaze at YOU! And the meat skewers, you ask? INEDIBLY RAW.
