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...Johnny just shrugged, took out his Bowie knife,
and started carving off meat for a meal.
He built a fire and roasted back-strap,
it tasted strangely like pork, and like veal?

He ate until he could swallow no more,
since he knew not when he would find a trail,
even roasted more pieces to take along
for the hours when his strength might fail.

Before he left, he looked to the beast,
said,”Who would believe what happened here?
They’ll all call me mad if I tell this tale,
unless I get myself a souvenir.”

So he went to work with that same big blade,
then set about on a trail, rather long,
it was another day before he heard
old internal combustion’s sweet song.

When he emerged other hunters came round,
said,”I see antlers, but that ain’t a moose?”
So Johnny showed them the Wendigo’s head,
and good lord what a fright was let loose!

Huge, manly men, all armed with big guns,
shrieked and ran off when they viewed the beast,
Johnny said,”Guys, there’s no need to run!
I assure you, he is quite deceased!”

This all repeated when Johnny came home,
most were scared, but others cried it was fake.
Professor’s ran some tests on its DNA,
shook their heads, said,”There must be a mistake.”

Eventually Johnny grew tired of them,
and returned to his job and his life,
he’s got the Wendigo skull in his basement,
he’ll even show you, if you ask real nice.

As for the creatures still lurking out there,
they have a new fear, and they should.
To this day Wendigos run for their lives
when they see Johnny walk into the woods.

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