Bigfoot's Big Day

By Milan

He lies in his damp icy cave. There’s a misty light shining in from the morning sun. He is waking from sleep. He is massive and tall with wide shoulders and strong arms. His eyes are wild and a special shade of grey like dark ice. The matted fur on his body is dark brown and smells very musty.

In the silence of the morning there was no way he could have known what was going to happen to him that day.

He got up and walked to the cave entrance. He lifted his arms and stretched his leathery hands up into the sky. With a yawn he opened his mouth to show sharp teeth.

Every day he walks down to his favourite place - a clear blue lake where he drinks water. Sometimes he catches a fish. There is another area nearby where he finds berries, roots and bugs. He isn’t a fussy eater.

As he was chewing on a piece of honey comb he found in a hollow log, he heard different sounds. He took safety behind a large tree. There were two creatures walking near the lake. They looked a little like him except they were smaller and didn’t have as much hair. “Who were they? Where did they come from? And why are they here?” he thought to himself. He decided to come out of his hiding spot to take a closer look.

In fact, it was two American hikers. They had decided to spend some time in the woods of the Oregon Coast. “O my word! Do you see that?” said Jim Davis. “Yah I do!” replied Jacob Anderson. “Is it a bear?” “No. I think it’s a Bigfoot! Get the tranquilizer gun out!” shouted Jim Davis. Jacob aimed and fired. The figure kept on running and then dropped.

They started running, their hearts were pounding. It WAS a Bigfoot! It was asleep. Together they dragged it over, sat it up, and tied it to a tree. They decided to camp there for the night. They sat by the fire as the creature slept. They started to wonder if it was a good idea what they had done. They didn’t want to keep it. They should let it go. If they told the police or scientists they would just take the animal and do testing on it. Jacob and Jim didn’t want that.

That evening the Bigfoot had come out of his sleep. They had food but decided to give him a chocolate bar to start. He seemed to really love it! That night, as they were asleep in the tent, Bigfoot cut the rope with his sharp pointy teeth. He raced over to their tent and ripped the tent door open. Jacob screamed in horror! The Bigfoot just looked at them with his icy grey eyes and grabbed the last two chocolate bars sitting on the floor. Jim thought he saw him smile. Then Bigfoot left swiftly into the darkness.