Big Foot

The great Oregon forest is Big Foot territory, the Sashquash. His image may be seen or imagined through the tall timbers. My friend and I strayed from the foot path at midday while exploring. We were joking with each other about being attacked by Big Foot. The verdant forest was cool with the smell of pine, quite divine. The meditative influence of the forest soon relaxed us into silence. Trees seemed to communicate their thoughts as we mentally conversed. Suddenly we heard a guttural sound before we saw him through the pines. A hairy body, maybe seven to eight feet tall, stopped his search for food. He looked up as he heard us gasp and we began to run for our lives. He began to chase after us as our feet flew and fear gripped our hearts. Looking behind us while still running, there was no longer any sign of him. We ran for half a mile until we felt safe enough to slow our pace. Hugging each other in great relief of our escape, we were still trembling. All that was left was to tell our incredible story that no one believed. for Act 1, Scene 1 contest by A Rambling Poet A true account