The Golden Wumpus

Once in a land far, far, away there was a tree. Now this was by all accounts an ordinary tree. Indeed, being a perfectly ordinary tree ment that it didn't go to the ATM all that often. In fact never. Not even once. For during it's brief lifespan of 12 and 7/8 years it never once uprooted itself and walked to an ATM. Now of course it never will. At least not in the sense of being a tree. For you see, a supernova in your celestial backyard is a world shaping event. Much like the invention of frictionless steam propulsion. So the next thing you know, this tree is all blasted into molecular oblivion and stuff. Bit's and pieces flying all about the ethers, as the entire planet was forcibly reassembled in a surprisingly large, fast, and rather destructive manner. This little tree ended it's brief sojurn upon it's earth and was replaced by an amalgamation of gold atoms. The kind that form as all manner of forces bend and crush things into things which are different than the things of which they previously were. Now this tree happened to be a tree, now it happened to just be a bunch of gold atoms... winging their way out the vicinity of the cataclysm. As everybody knows you don't mock a wumpus. If you don't, you will. Especially don't infuriate a wumpus who's just eaten half a parsec of former planetary remains and just discovered that it was laced with gold particles. Don't say I didn't warn you. Not like you have any excuse for mocking a golden wumpus, as they are rather hard to mistake for a normal wumpus, whilst giving off a nice radioactive afterglow. At any rate steer well clear of them. You never do know, they could end up meeting up with the golden calf and next thing you know you've gotten yourself halfway to a menagerie of golden themed animal/god-like creatures to contend with.