Creative Writing: The Yeti

The Yeti

One day, the Yeti was foraging for food. That wasn’t saying much, because when you live in snow capped mountains, not much grows. It pretty much involved scooping snow away looking for berries or nuts. What most people don’t know, is that the Yeti mainly ate berries, nuts, and other plants. Once in awhile, he would find a human camp, and take their food. Most people wood scream and run, thinking the Yeti was going to eat them, but that wasn’t true. He just wanted their food. And the way he saw it, he wasn’t really stealing much from them. If he stole all their food, they would come back in 3 months with twice as much. One time he ran into a hiker, and the hiker took his picture. He swiped the camera away and smashed it.

Every year! Every single year! How come Yowi couldn't host once in awhile. Just because you live on an island continent doesn't mean you can’t host. And Orange Pendak, why didn’t he just move. When you live on an island that is only 2 by 4 miles, it’s kind of hard not to be seen. And Bigfoot! He thought he was so special because he had photographers and news stories about him. It wouldn’t hurt to……. He stopped mid thought. He had heard something at the door. A human, probably. He would just go out and scare him away, like always. He saw him just outside his cave. He could take the back entrance and come up behind him. But wait! What if the human was from a camp! With food, to be more specific. He would follow the human, but if he entered the cave he would have to scare him away. But it was worth the risk. He would host the best gathering ever! After a few hours he found the human camp. It looked like every other one. It had some thin little fence around the outside. It wouldn’t be a problem. He walked up and plowed into the fence. That’s when he felt searing pain! He jumped back, grimacing. Humans and their dangerous toys! He would have to go under the fence. After a few minutes, he made it under the fence. He spotted a group of 3 humans, holding long fancy sticks. What are they going to do, whack me!? he thought. Then he saw a small fox at the edge of the camp. One of the humans raised his stick, and their was a quiet zip. The fox fell over, paralyzed, a