Yet a Yeti (by Janet)

It was abominable. Sighting in the U.S. have spurred new interest in the rare and mysterious Bigfoot. But while American film crews were chasing this giant furry mammal in California, John and I were on a filming spree of our own.

It began as he came crashing through the Himalaya woods. It was like nothing I had ever seen before. His feet were falling in strides longer that I had thought humanly possible. Heavy breaths flared his nostrils. His eyebrows ran together.

Deeper and deeper he fled into the trees. His great chest rising and falling, rising and falling. His thunderous gait lacked grace; the cracking of branches under his feet lacked rhythm. There was a frightening wildness.

Around a bend I lost sight of his fleeing body; the sound of his heavy steps grew faint, "John, John" I yelled, "come back!"

Much later he returned, breathless. His chest heaved. His arms hung at his sides. His feet sank into the mud in front of me.

"I got him," John said.

Now we must wait for our pictures to be developed so we can prove to ourselves and to the world the existence of the yeti, a mammal long thought to be superstition, long thought to be myth.