Golden Grunklin

Part goose, part pig, part existential crisis.The Grunklin is a dumpy little creature that looks like it was designed by committee — and everyone quit halfway through. It honks, it snorts, and sometimes it does both at once, creating a noise that sounds like a trombone being stepped on.Grunklins are devoted sun worshipers, though their understanding of theology is… limited. Every dawn they gather in squishy clusters, raise their stubby legs skyward, and scream at the sun until they pass out from enthusiasm.They eat whatever glitters, fall asleep mid-stride, and have a natural gift for knocking over anything valuable.The rare Golden Grunklin takes itself very seriously, believing it’s the high priest of all Grunklins — though most of the others just try to chew on its shiny hide.In short:Honks with purpose, though no one knows what that purpose is.Shaped like an overinflated gourd.Thinks the sun is its boss.Would 100% steal your sandwich and then cry about it.Print it in White, Orange,