D&D, we are in the catacombs of the Iron God, and find an area of magical darkness. Stumped, we send in the poet (technically a scholar).
DM: "You bump into something, it feels like iron, has four legs, and a rounded top."
Poet: "There's a statue of a turtle in here!"
DM: "The legs are taller than you would expect for a turtle."
Poet: "A turtle.... ON STILTS!"