Legend has it that on a dark and stormy night, twenty two years ago, a large egg-sack washed up on the shores of Hopeless, Maine. From it emerged a being of modest size, and about the usual number of tentacles. There are some who say that at first, this being resembled a weasel, hence the name. Others say that a weasle is an entirely different thing anyway but just as ravenous.

Over the years, James has divided Hopeless flora and fauna into two categories, primarily.

So Cute – Drury, owl demons, dustcats.

So Tasty – everything else.

His hunger does know limits, or at least he has a limited appetite for rocks.

It is best to celebrate this day by giving James offerings of food, As he has infamously low standards, anything passible edible will be attractive to him. Please do not encourage him to eat household items, this has not played out well in the past. Rumour has it that gifts of tasty food can result in odd and arcane blessings from the entity.