Gods moving in mysterious ways.

When finally I recovered from my nervous prostration following my encounter with the laundrywomen , I ventured out again and I found this. It could be some primordial garden gnome or a mummified midget, but I suspect it may have religious connotations. Furthermore, as most rituals in these regions are fertility based (as if they didn't have enough children!) and it has a rather smug aspect, I suspect it's priapic. If the laundrywomen turn up to engage in rites of that sort, I may be forced to have recourse to the ship's pistol after all, simply in the name of decorum. Whatever it is, it seems to be well fed and in rude health. I only hope I don't remain here long enough to come to rely on it for some intelligent conversation.