"I thought it was a man at first. Like a man. But it wasn't much bigger than a coney, when it went down on all fours. Dark-colored, with a reddish head--a big head, seemed too big for the rest of it. A center eye, like a wotsit, looking at me. Eyes on the sides too, I think, but I couldn't see it clear enough."
"Old stories. Creatures like men, with glaring eyes, hairy. My father said they were men--exiles, or men who had wandered off, crazy men, gone wild."
Ursula K. Le Guin, They Eye Of the Heron