The Yeti

Today I flew over the mountains, and came upon a lake; I came upon a yeti, he said his name was Jake. He looked like he was scared, like he had seen a ghost, he told me he was sad, for he was feared by most. He was a gentle creature, and never one to boast. Poor Jake was just a yeti, stuck up on his post. I told him that I’d feared him, but he was one cool guy; he suddenly got real happy, and jumped up in the sky. There is something grand about knowing you are not alone, and having learned my lesson, I flew on back to home.