What, you thought eagles and lions just routinely were seized with lust for one another, went out for dinner, maybe some dancing, and a few months later, a fully functional gryphon hatched? And let's not even speculate on the weretigraleowombapengudracozebracapriplatygryph-fox hybrids that pop up now and again--the amount of required cross breeding boggles the mind and strains even the credibility of magic. No, the real answer is that dedicated alchemists like Igor here, armed with saws and superglue, build gryphons in the basement, in an ongoing effort to top one another's Charismatic Mammal Chimera Conglomerates. 'Soon, my precious! You will be my greatest creation! You will outshine even Dr. Zaug's zombie condor-tiger! I never liked Zaug anyway...' (Narration provided by my friend Kathy.) Same basic technique as the Garbage Dragon, and people have been asking me to illustrate Igor's creation of a gryphon for years, ever since I made some snide comment about it on 'Lit by Fireflies.' Hopefully, it was worth the wait!