What if the Minotaur didn't have to be a monster? This is a reimagining of the Minotaur's story that I first wrote over a decade ago for the Douglas Adams Prize, which has evolved over the years.

This is the story of how an unassuming bird on a small island off the coast of Africa became entangled with the first truly global corporation and came to symbolise capitalist greed.

Thoughts on writing for a disappearing nature: how monsters became my refuge from environmental loss.